Luyện nghe bài hát Folk Song

It's picking up the pieces is a daily chore
Thinking of your time forms a habit
Watching rick folks on T.V.'s like picking a
it all, they can have it
And now I'm like a gun again
Like a plague of locusts heaven
Just a of dissension with a death perception
I won't sweat the of content

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

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

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

So many people with so much to
Rotting away in their own holes
One can wonder why
celebrate my home
But know I'm not alone
fools are "along for the ride"
In think of the size Of the world that's right
Please waste it trying to hide