Luyện nghe bài hát Philosophical Significance Of Shooting My Sister In The Face. An Essay By James Secord

My name is Secord
Everything was
this bullet
In my sister's
Maybe they
hear the screams
Pull the

The mirror hurts us, the music
And how they won't be

Times are enough
days like these
If you cry enough
Maybe they'll hear screams
Life is rested, splattered
Put a in your own sister's

now
I be, won't be
'Cause I am again
Black cats, red
Breakfast,
bread, not dead
Goodbye,

God me

a simple bullet
The is simple
You a dead bullet
Everything is, everything is dull, gone,
Is
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