Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck You, Ms. Rochelle

HE WAS AT THE BUS STOP, HE WAS DRUNK,
DRUNK ON MOUTHWASH, SHIT
HE A FOR A I GAVE HIM A MINT
A LADY WILL THE SIX SOON
HE HER IF SHED LIKE TO TAKE A TRIP TO THE MOON
HIS SARCASM OF LONELINESS

AND I KNOW I HATED HIM THROUGH THE SNOW I SEE A REFLECTION
FRAGILE IS THE WE MAKE FOR OURSELVES WHEN WE ACKNOWLEDGE THAT THE SPOTLIGHT' ON.

HE WAS GETTING MORE OBNOXIOUS AND HE WOULDN
THOUGH OUR FACES READ YOUE FULL OF SHIT
AND SHE SPLIT FOR ANOTHER STOP
HE WAS ASKING FOR A SMOKE AND HE WAS PISSED I NO
HE MADE A FIST SO I PULLED OUT MY DICK RY SMOKING
SO SIMILAR IT WAS KILLING ME, SO FULL OF SHIT AT 15.

IS THE HELL WE MAKE FOR OURSELVES WHEN WE ACKNOWLEDGE THAT THE SPOTLIGHT' ON.
HE WAS ME IN SCHOOL, A STEREO-TYPE, A WELL-TRAINED TOOL
BUT THEN IE LEARNED THAT ALL CLOWNS AREN FOOLS

BUT IF THE ME OF THEN COULD SEE ME NOW, I SURE HE WOULDN LISTEN UP
HE SAY KNEW YOU YOU USED TO MATTER?
BUT IE KNOWN HIM SINCE HE SO EASILY FLATTERED