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

My is James Secord
was gone
With this
In my sister's
Maybe they
Won't hear the
Pull the

The hurts us, the music notes
And wonder how won't be

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

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

God me

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