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 word's not to take. No.
is the joke, so listen up close:
Those bodies below are 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 small girl with some guilt and the passion of
"Oh well, personal. So stop listening in!."
I can all night in the cold
Over TV static and or the hum on the radio.
Listen to john 'cause comes a solo.
He plays all the 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 talk about one.
one thinks I'm a dreamer, oh yeah I'm a dreamer.
I'm taking the next train to Florida it's warmer.
I won't argue any longer spiders.
They say it's when you're the one who's leaving.
So I guess we're fucking even,
Sit the fuck down and up!
I to say a couple things to myself.
"What am I doing?" "What's song?"
I can't my teeth and my skin.
"Why the grin?" I'm knee deep in sin.
Oh, I'm so existential, with pencils,
A market a staple, and able,
A cowboy who reads much to noise,
And I can't keep drinking when I'm out with the boys
"Spiders thrown."