Luyện nghe bài hát Lunch

It's not black enough to see any white is
So wait another hour for you and your designer jeans
And I remember you as as a freeway
And I wonder if the will make your eyes like angelynes

you shuffle to your seat, greasy head and naked feet?
And your expensive hands are swinging all your keys
The latest on your lip, there's a satchel at your hips
And it's all full of broken Barbie and disassembled dreams
If you want for them to hate you because you're beautiful
How can you them all to love you for the same thing?
For the thing

You and left your license on the car seat
You had a couple drinks with him and then you your name
And he handed you a tambourine and whistled
No matter what they call you by, the meaning stays the

And now your shotgun on the floor, your window's just a
Riding backward state lines in high heels that they made you wear
steamers in the trunk, it's all loaded up with junk
Like lead and blood and dust and hair and stuff to kill the
You want for them to hate you because you're beautiful
How can you want all to love you for the same thing?
For the thing

Well your shotgun on the floor, your just a door
Riding backward 'cross state lines in heels that they made you wear
Your steamers in the trunk, all loaded up with junk
Like lead and blood and dust and hair and stuff to kill the
You don't want for them to you because you're beautiful
How can you want them all to love you for the thing?
For the thing