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 WILL THE SIX SOON
HE ASKED HER IF LIKE TO TAKE A TRIP TO THE MOON
HIS SARCASM OF LONELINESS

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

HE WAS GETTING MORE OBNOXIOUS AND HE WOULDN
EVEN THOUGH OUR FACES YOUE FULL OF SHIT
AND THEN SHE SPLIT FOR ANOTHER
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.

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

BUT IF THE ME OF THEN COULD SEE ME NOW, I HE WOULDN LISTEN UP ANYHOW
HE SAY KNEW YOU WHEN YOU USED TO
BUT IE KNOWN HIM HE WASN SO EASILY FLATTERED