Luyện nghe bài hát I Just SighedI Just Sighed, Just So You Know

and foremost,
Let it be said,
I am this at 7: 10am,
On the dry tarmac of a vacant forecourt.
speaking it's the first day of Autumn,
But the sun is hanging round like hungover.
knock the garage down and build flats where I sit.
The traffic's so persistent it barely registers and it smells a mix between petrol and dog shit.

let me be the one that keeps track of the moles on your back.
I sighed,
The replied:
"Let pass you by".

it's just enough to know I keep him on his toes.
Is he as sympathetic as me to the untimely demise of your clothes?
I've marriage proposals on the Jumbotrons of ballgames you've not been at,
I've written eulogies in guestbooks at in the hope that you might pass.

Just let me be the one that keeps of the moles on your back.
I sighed,
The replied:
"Let pass you by".

and barefoot,
Chats to me at the door.
He;
Boyfriend,
Inside's a saint, a martyr.
Me;
Rolling,
on the floor,
Stared daggers pulled from my wall.
When I sea shells to my ears I'm pretty sure I can hear you.

He gave a gift of the Faber of love poems,
the ones he thought applied the most.
Not gonna win you round with
If should know,
Then I should know.
Girl,
There must be the you let it slip,
Went to the of sending the message.
Six of visceral catherine wheels,
Kissing carnivores to you seem less of a deal.

Just let me be the one that keeps track of the on your back.
I sighed,
The replied:
"Let this you by".

I promise after this I will pick up the phone book and choose the name that my eyes fall on their first look.
Aim all of my poorly composed there in the future.
I'm so sorry to have put you through a lifetime of dedications that you desired.

...But this one sentence me over the head...
I'm a little bit drunk and I mean a little bit,
No in denial,
Only coquettish.
I'm years old and my parents' only son,
Like I survived a girls' school education.
Even prettier now that you've grown your long,
I'm a slip of a man I cut mine all off.

Please just let me be the one to track of the freckles and the moles on your back.