Luyện nghe bài hát Dress Like Your Mother

Friday's gym and grim
He sees an on tuesday morning
She's no than him
She only likes to hear her own voice
Oh have you seen her face
in hype and foolishness
They say when you and left
Your parents didn't even

50 to go, ooh la la
And it to me that you're all dead already

Wifey works on style
Thin with bruises in her pictures
Halfway she lost herself
I they call it butterfingers
Oh well it's a place
Occasional flare-ups
Oh well have you her face
She actually in haircuts

You sold your old records
the book instead
You lost your sense of
But you kept the is dead
You look yourself
You dress like your