Luyện nghe bài hát Nonfiction

I don't my telephone number
But you kiss good and I'd to see you tomorrow
And I beg, I pay, I don't barter
If we had a child I'd a son, not a daughter
No she'd be just like you you know would not do

I'm no builder, I'm no I sing some songs
Have a friend a photographer
There ain't no other language I know how to
Some like their water shallow and I like mine so very deep
Tied to the bottom a noose around my feet

Clouds conspire above my
I them say I wish he was dead
Today the sunset burned my
In the next room I someone cry

I like to dress up the jury
To eat like a king, to poke fun at
To talk like dirt to you like tar
But never fall in too with my north star, no no no
While you your hair out I buy the drinks at the bar

Clouds above my head
I overheard them say I wish he was
the sunset burned my eyes
In the next room I someone cry