Luyện nghe bài hát Folk Song

It's like picking up the pieces is a daily
Thinking of your time card forms a
Watching rick folks on T.V.'s like picking a
Fuck it all, can have it
And now I'm loaded like a gun
a plague of locusts heaven sent
Just a ball of dissension with a perception
I sweat the definition of content

They said "better than sorry" and "look out for #1"
I heard "only the cards your shown"
Fuck they say
It doesn't anyway
Only in grave are you alone

Like grown men staring with little boy's
And actresses with conviction
These people should a pulitzer prize
For works of fiction

"Judge a book by cover"
And "keep one eye on back"
I "only play the cards your shown"
I say fuck they say
It doesn't anyway
in your grave are you alone

So many people so much to show
away in their own little holes
One can only why
I'll celebrate my
But know I'm not alone
Only are "along for the ride"
In think of the size Of the world right outside
don't waste it trying to hide