Luyện nghe bài hát E Is For Estranged

Boys run like water from the barrow to the
They'll never stop running
for their brothers
This house is a
It is but it's always emptying
all want to be someone

Haven't you
I am a flightless
I am a liar, feeding the facts to false
Pathos is born, born out of
In attire
But score your string ensemble

I saw my son at
The shutters projections on his naked frame
But now at twenty-five, he cannot stay away
the ketamine
With make-up on his
He an hour a day composing his own eulogy
he sends me letters
But they're mostly garbled and apologies

Haven't you heard? I am a bird, I am a liar
the facts to false fires
Pathos is borne, borne out of bullshit in formal
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