Luyện nghe bài hát Dying With Decent Music

Maybe better you me
You're weaker, you're more clumsy
When I my patience to you
So maybe you've had too much
Piggy's flushed up ankles swell up as my works the room

"Your sideburns always smell sex"
sister, your big brother, "the fuck" won't be smothering you
Or calling to his back east
"Oh my hostess, oh my pick up, oh my dreadful... my slave"
Let them die while some music plays

With my shit shoe stumbles that's me nails and awful thoughts
I'll use the used up on commercials
Like sharp boys like to write songs, music and quick lines
This feeling I can't confine to a rhyme
But I can when I see you on the other side

See you on the other side where we be released
I'd sell out everything if I could find peace
See you on the side where we would be released
I'd sell out everyone if I could such peace
I will be