Luyện nghe bài hát Lame

Whine, whine,
How can you afford to throw me looks
When you haven't the bloody wool
From over eyes yet?

How can you say things to me
When you haven't pulled the boot of the
Out of your

Tepid personality set
For easy calibration knowledge of importance
Marooned a suicidal caste
With isolation grease the wheels

Sliding social strata and yet you still whine
Your conviction is merely
I'm so sick of you whine, shut up