Luyện nghe bài hát Lunch

It's not enough to see where 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 time will make your eyes like

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

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

And now your shotgun on the floor, your window's a door
Riding backward 'cross state 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 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 thing

Well your shotgun on the floor, window's just a door
Riding backward 'cross state lines in high heels they made you wear
Your in the trunk, it's all loaded up with junk
Like and blood 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 all to love you for the same thing?
For the same