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 said the words as hard to

I'm so of sourcing men to quote

My God quiver, and nor should he do
From threats below the Of Cancer
And nor he do

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

I sat beneath portraits and drew symbols of on my arm
I only pencil, because nothing in my life can ever last
I watched my mother garden, and thought of all the times I her cry
I watched my sister watch me, we both agreed 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 my mother weep
In other soil in world

getting drunk and starting fights
With pricks who run the world
I can hear my weep
In another house in room

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

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

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

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

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 my life

I'd harm a living soul
If I was they didn't deserve it
leaves to hide my corpse
I don't his hands to fucking touch me

I hid in the local fern, but no one ever

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

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

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

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

I hid in the fern, but no one ever knew

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