Luyện nghe bài hát Mouth Like A Magazine

Turning in interrupted slumber
You ponder others, ever wakeful
You've locked the in the other bedroom
To be so perfect causes you to feel so

Now find the fault your boyfriend can't read
on to you is all the bitterness you need
So unhappy, yet so
Never found beaten with your forked tongue tied

Your is like poetry
But your mouth is a magazine
Your is like poetry
But your is like a magazine

Queen is cowering, please don't be confused
You are and submissive, receptive to abuse
Virtue isn't tangible and sense of self is
Names constant on your cracked are now eviscerated

Your spine is made of metal, veins are bound in electric tape
And all an impulse lights at random in your face
You caught up an offering and which words are lies
Then your skull echoes a singeing pop as your brain is

Your eulogy is like
But mouth is like a magazine
Your eulogy is like
But mouth is like a magazine

Your eulogy is poetry
But your mouth is like a
eulogy is like poetry
But mouth is like a magazine

Within the walls I hear all of it's
There must be so many to carry it over our
Seething and and, oh, such a let down
And now these rusty spokes my head
Are making such a sound

Your legacy is poetry
But your mouth is a magazine
Your eulogy is poetry
But your is like a magazine

Your is like poetry
But your is like a magazine
Your is like poetry
But your mouth is a magazine

yeah
Yeah
wow