Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Fuss Over Spiders Thrown

I it in a book, my biased dirty looks.
"Unhand me, you crook."
I saw it in her
She a big mistake.
word's not hers to take. No.
This is the joke, so listen up
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 that he is all that she is:
A quiet small girl some guilt and the passion of saying
"Oh well, It's personal. So stop in!."
I can all night in the cold
Over TV static and or the hum on the radio.
Listen to john 'cause here a solo.
He all the right chords.
We argue over the same two Spiders thrown.
Its so but, its all over the fucking news.
You sit down.
We gotta talk about this one pal, we gotta about this one.
This one thinks I'm a dreamer, oh I'm a dreamer.
I'm taking the train to Florida where it's warmer.
I won't argue any over spiders.
They say it's when you're the one who's leaving.
So I guess we're even, right?
Sit the fuck down and up!
I need to say a things to myself.
"What am I doing?" "What's song?"
I can't remember my 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 can't keep from drinking when I'm out with the
"Spiders thrown."