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

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

I'm so tired of sourcing men to

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

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

I sat beneath portraits and symbols of brotherhoods on my arm
I only pencil, because nothing in my life can ever last
I my mother garden, and thought of all the times I made her cry
I watched my sister watch me, we agreed kids like us never last

I crawl under the stairs, I under the fern

Decaying leaves, a tool
She drags her fingers across the
I can hear my mother
In other in another world

She's getting and starting fights
With pricks who run the world
I can hear my sister
In another house in another

These fingers move
These lungs louder
I can my body weep
"Spare the drama, now go to sleep"

My looks upon his house
and ferns and tells his son
"You've your women weep
So leave the or leave your life"

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

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

I thought of what I did
I fucking what's wrong with me
No prayer or could twist my arm
To say I was wrong about my

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

I hid in the fern, but no one ever knew

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

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

I thought of what I did
I fucking love what's with me
No prayer or could twist my arm
To say I was wrong about my

I'd never harm a soul
If I was told they didn't it
Decaying leaves to my corpse
I don't want his to fucking touch me

I hid in the fern, but no one ever knew

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