Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Fuss Over Spiders Thrown

I read it in a book, my biased looks.
"Unhand me, you crook."
I saw it in her
She a big mistake.
That not hers to take. No.
is the joke, so listen up close:
Those bodies are people you know.
Dig all up,
all the dots,
And see you got...
Not a lot... A lot, a lot, a lot
All he knows is all that she is:
A quiet girl with some guilt and the passion of saying
"Oh well, It's personal. So stop in!."
I can all night in the cold
Over TV and snow or the hum on the radio.
to john 'cause here comes a solo.
He all the right chords.
We argue over the same two Spiders thrown.
Its so unofficial but, its all the fucking news.
You sit down.
We gotta talk about this one pal, we gotta about this one.
one thinks I'm a dreamer, oh yeah I'm a dreamer.
I'm the next train to Florida where it's warmer.
I won't any longer over spiders.
They say it's easy you're the one who's leaving.
So I guess fucking even, right?
Sit the fuck down and up!
I need to say a couple to myself.
"What am I doing?" "What's song?"
I remember my teeth and my skin.
"Why the grin?" I'm still deep in sin.
Oh, I'm so existential, with pencils,
A market a staple, and able,
A cowboy who much to much noise,
And I keep from drinking when I'm out with the boys
"Spiders thrown."