Luyện nghe bài hát P.O.SIs Ruining My Life

It was buried a flask and uh
Caught peekin' from the of a glass
All nonsense, incense, common sense, consequence
in bourbon, this 'urb, between city kids
It's
Up and to see the same shit from her
She gets so silent, watchin' life pass by in a blur
it funny?
We can sneak into our undisturbed?
Over the things to say
And then just choke on the

Everybody wanna be the
wanna be in step
Everybody wanna
Everybody the consequence of playin' the fence
Everybody's got shit
Everybody wanna move to own beat
Everybody wanna a dent
Every girl is lookin' for the best thing
Every boy's in love with his best friend
Everybody me
wanna fight
We can't stand to up in the sun
But can't in the moonlight
I'm right wit ya
I'm sicker my own skin
I got the clothes and the grin
I'm at the bar or the shop
But I don't like
And I hate coffee shops
I'm off the stop and
It's best like a twist-a-whirl
This amusment, I'm a loser
It was bullshit, It was bullshit, uh
Got two
But everybody seems to have the same chain but can't break my
Two cents, (yeah right) but can't spend nothing if I'm the carp it's like

If you down and just breathe, and just breathe in and out
feel a whole lot better, close your eyes
Need to be if you see them, then they can't see you
Right, close eyes

I can never be what I be
but a man
Nothin's even of me
I can understand
If I try, and so I try
To get a grip, a hold, a handle, a

I can never be I wanna be
but a man
Nothin's inside of me
Nothin I can
If I try, and so I try
To get a grip, a hold, a handle, a

This,
And It's strained to
It break
Scratch, Crack, Silence,
This,
And strained to think
It break
Scratch, Crack,

Ah!
Livein the city, like any
We all live
The only difference is we don't to know it
and lonesome,
When cold
In the summer wait for the loathing
Holding, our so low
And we drink so there's not much worth
Strolling, so vagrant, so shaken, so grown, so god so
So broke, so, so complacent, so worn out, so out, so worn out
So full of doubt, so of restrain
So full of self-control, or the lack thereof
we thought was soul

If you come down and breathe, and just breathe in and out
You'll feel a whole lot better, close your
Need to see if you can't see them, then can't see you
Right, close your

I can never be what I be
but a man
Nothin's inside of me
Nothin I can
If I try, and so I try
To get a grip, a hold, a handle, a