Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Fuss Over Spiders Thrown

I read it in a book, my dirty looks.
"Unhand me, you crook."
I saw it in her
She a big mistake.
That not hers to take. No.
This is the joke, so 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 some guilt and the passion of saying
"Oh well, personal. So stop listening in!."
I can argue all night in the
Over TV static and or the hum on the radio.
Listen to john here comes a solo.
He plays all the chords.
We over the same two words: Spiders thrown.
Its so unofficial but, its all the fucking news.
You sit down.
We talk about this one pal, we gotta talk 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 when the one who's leaving.
So I guess fucking even, right?
Sit the fuck down and up!
I to say a couple things to myself.
"What am I doing?" "What's song?"
I remember 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 much to much noise,
And I can't from drinking when I'm out with the boys
"Spiders thrown."