Luyện nghe bài hát Each Time I Bring It Up It Seems To Bring You Down

Hobbled by the
That must be a problem
Confident there's a trace
Of honor that we

So lets begin
And lets not try to
With irony
Instead of sense

Take me to your
And lay me on the bed

at the stamps
That slowly collected
The impression that was
As you do fly

Dripping on the
You from the cold
You're pretty good
And I'm feeling old

Is mastery
Of most of the
Convinced of growth
In the hours will come

To the best of me
And throw it to the

You can me bastard
And you can me friend
But don't forget to me
Before the story

in a fabric
Thats made from intent
through a hole
That eaten by a moth

pretend I'm guilty
Of everything mentioned
Reproductively
inclined

But can I the system
Of how I have been
It's really
How little I know

So shoot me through a
me like a bug
Or sweep me some dirt
lies under a rug

Lets start up a
To get me out of
Each time I you up
It seem to bring you