Luyện nghe bài hát I Am The Bearer, I Stand In Need

I fucking loved you, but never said a word to it known
I fucking loathed you, but said the words as hard to harm

I'm so tired of men to quote

My God doesn't quiver, and nor he do
threats below the Tropic Of Cancer
And nor he do

I was born a fucking idiot, but no one me til I die o' it
My God quiver from threats below the Tropic Of Cancer
Well I was who I was, no doctored manuscript could say that I'm not
But I'll take my own for it and wear the sign, "Here be a cunt"

I sat portraits and drew symbols of brotherhoods on my arm
I used only pencil, because in my life can ever last
I watched my garden, and thought of all the times I made her cry
I watched my sister watch me, we both agreed kids like us last

I under the stairs, I crawl under the fern

Decaying leaves, a garden
She drags her fingers the earth
I can my mother weep
In other in another world

She's drunk and starting fights
With famous who run the world
I can hear my weep
In house in another room

These fingers faster
These lungs grow
I can hear my body
"Spare the drama, now go to sleep"

My father upon his house
and into ferns and his son
"You've made your weep
So the house or leave your life"

I dream, I dream of
Oh fern, the world in bloom

I dream, I of England
Oh rotting wood, my boat to

I never of what I did
I fucking love what's wrong me
No prayer or wine twist my arm
To say I was about my life

I'd never harm a living
If I was told they deserve it
Decaying to hide my corpse
I don't want his hands to fucking me

I hid in the local fern, but no one ever

I, made my God quiver, through social dissonance and planned
I, made quiver, through social dissonance and planned dementia
I, made quiver, through social dissonance and forced dementia
I dream, I dream of
Oh foreign fern, the world in

I dream, I of England
Oh wood, my boat to sail

I never thought of I did
I fucking love wrong with me
No prayer or could twist my arm
To say I was wrong about my

I'd never a living soul
If I was told they deserve it
leaves to hide my corpse
I don't want his to fucking touch me

I hid in the local fern, but no one knew

I, made my God quiver, social dissonance and planned dementia
I, myself quiver, through social dissonance and planned dementia
I, made myself quiver, social dissonance and forced