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.
This is the joke, so 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 that he knows is all she is:
A small girl with some guilt and the passion of saying
"Oh well, It's personal. So stop in!."
I can argue all 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 words: thrown.
Its so unofficial but, its all the fucking news.
You sit down.
We gotta talk about this one pal, we gotta talk this one.
This one thinks I'm a dreamer, oh I'm a dreamer.
I'm taking the next to Florida where it's warmer.
I won't any longer over spiders.
They say it's when you're the one who's leaving.
So I we're fucking even, right?
Sit the fuck and shut up!
I need to say a couple to myself.
"What am I doing?" "What's song?"
I can't 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 who reads much to much noise,
And I can't keep from when I'm out with the boys
"Spiders thrown."