Luyện nghe bài hát E Is For Estranged

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

you heard?
I am a flightless
I am a liar, the facts to false fires
is born, born out of bullshit
In formal
But I'll score string ensemble

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

Haven't you I am a flightless bird, I am a liar
Feeding the facts to false
Pathos is borne, out of bullshit in formal attire
Append a Bulgarian children's