Luyện nghe bài hát Lame

Whine, whine,
How can you afford to throw me those
When you haven't pulled the bloody
over your eyes yet?

How can you say things to me
When you pulled the boot of the past
Out of your

Tepid personality set
For easy calibration of importance paramount
Marooned a caste deal
With grease the wheels chameleon

Sliding through social strata and yet you still
conviction is merely iconographic
I'm so of hearing you whine, shut up