Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck You, Ms. Rochelle

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

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

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

FRAGILE IS THE HELL WE MAKE FOR OURSELVES WHEN WE ACKNOWLEDGE THAT THE 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 COULD SEE ME NOW, I SURE HE WOULDN LISTEN UP ANYHOW
HE SAY KNEW YOU WHEN YOU USED TO
BUT IE KNOWN HIM SINCE HE WASN SO EASILY