Luyện nghe bài hát Mouth Like A Magazine

Turning over in interrupted
You others, growing ever wakeful
locked the vermin in the other bedroom
To be so perfect causes you to feel so

Now find the fault because your boyfriend read
on to you is all the bitterness you need
So unhappy, yet so
Never found beaten down with forked tongue tied

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

yeah
Yeah
wow