Luyện nghe bài hát Fugitive Air

I do wrong, strictly speaking, for myself
Because it makes me feel like a man
To hold over my business
And I refuse to be abused by the mill of blissful
Besides, I'm to all of my scruples deserting me
they don't a dare

The lady the block hunched over on the stool
With her old titty out
Saying I've been so many times
It's feeding the pigeons
Now her swings a little rabbit by the leg
While his mother's playing two little wooden
Playing fugitive air to escape the streets' waggeries
Pathetic!

Has here seen my orphan blonde?
Has anyone seen where he's
he thinks I owe him is his former life but
How can I someone else's mistakes?
I guess I was his antihero, the bitter word on his
I hope I never a terror like when you discovered
Your autonomy had

I feel like I possess the bright aspect
Of his but none of the good ones
I'm a mausoleum, the scent of rotting flesh
Mother loved you best, liked your teeth upon her breast
They the oils from the eyes of street cats
Through some shitty witchcraft, and apply to brows and genitalia
I had no idea how I wounded you
But I don't need no
And no level of contrition will do

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