Luyện nghe bài hát No More

Tried to see you
I had so many things I to say
Yet when your mother answered the door
I can see you no more

Why? I asked her
not her type, she said, you're too carefree
So take your bunch of petunias and go
We don't want ya here no

Now, why it always have to be me?
Who gets picked upon just three
Daisies in a jam jar bored
Or three Spanish bullfighters that have just gored

Why don't you try me
By telling your mother how I can be
And the next time that I knock on your door
She won't me away, no more

Now, why it always have to be me?
Who picked upon just like three
in a jam jar looking bored
Or three Spanish that have just been gored

Why you try helping me
By telling your mother how I can be
And maybe the next time I knock on your door
She send me away, no more