Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck You, Ms. Rochelle

HE WAS AT THE BUS STOP, HE WAS DRUNK,
DRUNK ON MOUTHWASH, TALK
HE A FOR A CIGARETTE I HIM A MINT
A LADY WILL THE SIX SOON
HE ASKED HER IF SHED LIKE TO A TRIP TO THE MOON
HIS SARCASM REEKED OF

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

HE WAS GETTING MORE AND HE WOULDN QUIT
THOUGH OUR FACES READ YOUE FULL OF SHIT
AND THEN SHE 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 THIS?
SO SIMILAR IT WAS KILLING ME, SO OF SHIT AT ONLY 15.

FRAGILE IS THE HELL WE MAKE FOR OURSELVES WHEN WE ACKNOWLEDGE THE SPOTLIGHT' ON.
HE WAS ME IN SCHOOL, A STEREO-TYPE, A WELL-TRAINED 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 YOU WHEN YOU USED TO MATTER?
BUT IE KNOWN HIM SINCE HE WASN SO EASILY