Luyện nghe bài hát FFT

Sitting in my
The thoughts are flying through my
[Unverified] inside my is tart
The on my bed

Smell the smell of cigar
And I who it is
Ideas are dumb, the doors are
The are his

My buddy Al off a cliff
And ran a nail
He licks his wounds and
How the drove him to fail

He to park his car
Downtown on 16th
Sometimes her eyes are
And other times I they're blue

My sister is a
And my mother is a
My brother is a
For the C.O. boards

I knew this guy who was so
And he was so
He slept all day and his job
And now he is a bum