Luyện nghe bài hát Donuts Only

Like a red state's fervor.
a small town's unsolved murder.
Some secrets are just best resting in the tombs of thought-slums.
As for Texas: donuts only - you cannot bagels here.
And reserve my highest Hosannas
For the communion song that served light beer,
And a chorus that inspires the score in my myth-steeped years.

"There's a hole you fall into,"
Sang the church choir's male leeds,
In our team's jersey robes sewn by our sisters, moms and nieces.
This you us, although worthless, fed five decades' dormant hustle.
In result, his was rubbish.
Yes, but rubbish.