Luyện nghe bài hát Little Bitter

How the does shout for rest
When the shaken, yeah
Oh, the tightness in my
Still leaves I'm raking

Lord, is this a
Was it fun creating,
My God's a sick
And he me crazy

Who are you, who can say
okay to live through me?
Live to be of me
You're a wrinkled magazine,

Was it something I said?
Was it how breakin', yeah
I'm so selfish, your rent
While blood I'm taking

You me like a tree
dollar bills for leaves
Dark in a sea of my
And the tears on which you feed, you

The body is a temple, a alter
To infantile men lie around
Itching and for a small piece of sanity
Of which you can not give,

Buying with my soul
And a little heaven
While the hell I'm

Thieves, parasites, hide life
You know they'll me
They are abhorred in
All matters much to me, yeah