Luyện nghe bài hát Lunch

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

Will you to your seat, greasy head and naked feet?
And your hands are swinging all your Beverly keys
The latest colors on your lip, there's a at your hips
And it's all full of Barbie dolls and disassembled dreams
If 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 same

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

And now your on the floor, your window's just a door
Riding backward 'cross state lines in high 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 to kill the sting
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 same

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