Luyện nghe bài hát My Ghost

My ghost drives around a bag of dead fish
Falling neutrinos through the trees
He and reels, runs up credit card bills
And clogs up the toilet with of pills

Here in the bipolar
If you you get a gold star
But I'm not going far till the kicks in
Until then, until

I'm strapped to fucking twin bed
And I get any cookies or tea
Till I stop Nietzsche
And brush my and comb my hair

Days pass slow in slippers and
But my ghost still bangs on the
Like John the Baptist in the
the nurses play Crazy Eights