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 CIGARETTE I HIM A MINT
A LADY ASKED THE SIX SOON
HE ASKED HER IF LIKE TO TAKE A TRIP TO THE MOON
HIS REEKED OF LONELINESS

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

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

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