Luyện nghe bài hát I Fought The Broad (And The Broad Won)

Words shoot off of your tongue
my back and I must say
you have now so courageous,
no polite and melancholy
if your mind meet your mouth's movement
you have something to say
you the blade - I touch the phone
and into it this is what I scream

Operator, can you hear me
I the line is dead on my side
Transistor, transistor I hear you in
don't let the words break this is my

Traffic the car shows movement
from the fight that within
you have stretched your now I see it
I see for what it is
now my beats to movements
of hand slipping away
you touch the - I touch the phone
and into it this is what I scream

So bite your tongue, tongue:
every breath you exhales arguments
are the fights that are shaping me up and open or shy [x4]

This is the rhythm I was
to the of my feet as I walk away, walk away

Whoa...[x2]

And I'm not brain dead, I'm shy