Luyện nghe bài hát Let's Not Keep in Touch

It's to start old sweetheart, get a head start.
State of the art, the part, oops... restart.
Direct me from a cart, call it abstract art.
As as we think we are, we fall apart.
Gotta lie and honest, or outsmart.
Sucking on the lower part for the most part.
body part bored in court, broke it's natal chart.
Just buy a new artificial for the heart.
Depression gets by the fattest cells that need to eat.
Beat the meat and make it grow obsolete.
Drag the cold feet to slurp up we all excrete.
Everyone fucks other in their own back seat.
It's time to scrape by and boring crap on repeat.... Incomplete.
Rewind and till shit breaks apart.
Wanna crawl under a dead animal's part?
Cry a sucker becomes a counterpart?
I'll just out a way to depart.
Every empire fat and falls apart.
So my dying sweetheart,
I know I have no to take part.
I'll myself right back to the start.