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 heartless as a
And I wonder if the time make your eyes 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 and disassembled dreams
If you don't for them to hate you because you're beautiful
How can you want them all to you for the same thing?
For the same

You went and left your on the car seat
You had a couple with him and then you changed your name
And then he handed you a tambourine and
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 'cross state lines in high heels they made you wear
Your steamers in the trunk, all loaded up with junk
Like lead and blood and dust and hair and to kill the sting
You don't for them to hate you because you're beautiful
How can you want them all to you for the same thing?
For the thing

Well your shotgun on the floor, your just a door
Riding backward 'cross state lines in high heels that they made you
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 don't want for them to hate you you're beautiful
How can you them all to love you for the same thing?
For the same