Luyện nghe bài hát Pistachio

sit and fire away,
i know tricky when you're feeling low,
when you feel like your
has the way of a pre-shelled pistachio...
i know you're weighed
you're fed up with your
boots
laced with melancholy all you own...

i do - like sugar - tend toward the brittle and sticky spun
and i my demeanor
has the way of a photo left out in the sun...
so i try to keep myself in and flax seeds...
oh what a folly- fooling yourself...

sit down and smoke away,i knock it till you're in them shoes
oh watch as ours subtlety blows away as a gives way to a bruise...
but seemly, we'd freely a trade-off
a dry rot to take the off
swap the for red shoes