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

It was buried under a and uh
Caught peekin' the bottom of a glass
All nonsense, incense, common sense, consequence
Indulgence in bourbon, this 'urb, between kids
It's
Up and around to see the same shit her
She gets so silent, watchin' life just pass by in a
Ain't it
We can sneak our lives undisturbed?
Over the perfect to say
And just choke on the words?

Everybody wanna be the
Everybody be in step
Everybody wanna
want the consequence of playin' the fence
Everybody's got shit
Everybody wanna move to own beat
Everybody make a dent
girl is lookin' for the next best thing
Every boy's in love his girl's best friend
Everybody me
wanna fight
We stand to wake up in the sun
But can't sleep in the
I'm there wit ya
I'm than my own skin
I got the clothes and the jaded
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 spin a twist-a-whirl
This ain't amusment, I'm a
It was bullshit, It was bullshit, uh
Got two
But seems to have the same chain but can't break my five-oh
Two cents, (yeah right) but can't spend nothing if I'm the carp it's like

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

I can be what I wanna 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 be what I wanna 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

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

Ah!
the city, like any other
We all live
The difference is we don't seem to know it
and lonesome,
When it's
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 out, so worn out, so worn out
So full of doubt, so full of
So full of self-control, or the lack thereof
That we was soul

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

I can be what I wanna be
but a man
Nothin's even of me
Nothin I can
If I try, and so I try
To get a grip, a hold, a handle, a