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 GAVE HIM A
A ASKED WILL THE SIX SOON
HE ASKED HER IF SHED TO TAKE A TRIP TO THE MOON
HIS REEKED OF LONELINESS

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

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

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

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