Luyện nghe bài hát Farce and Fiction

I chase my
Hammering a against the grain of fact
I keep on bouncing
is passed

Look left to the right, always fight or
I painfully dissect, never take as read
Yet fall back to earth as the
Which them fucking fine

Mister pessimism, a trait we'd all rather up
Mister pessimism, after it comes so natural

Reserving judgment wounds me time after
becomes a daily grind
Take a saccharine shot, not to humor the
But the scum have all bases covered
Which suits you fine

From a catalog of lies, there is scant
So you see dependability is and fiction
Which you fucking fine