Luyện nghe bài hát Lunch

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

Will you shuffle to seat, greasy head and naked feet?
And your hands are swinging all your Beverly keys
The latest colors on your lip, there's a satchel at your
And it's all full of broken Barbie dolls and disassembled
If you don't want for them to hate you because beautiful
How can you want them all to you for the same thing?
For the same

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

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

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