Luyện nghe bài hát Pity

I'll get in the kitchen.
I'll wear my hair up for you real, real
My neck will be adorned pearls
I'll put rouge on my cheeks like a pretty
As I bring you on ice
I'll do all things
But one thing will stay true
Your shitty
Will never convince a woman to lay you

So get with yourself
You're not the heartbreaker you thought you destined to be
Put your feet down, my table
It's called common courtesy (I you heard of it)

Don't test my
Or my
Don't stroke my face or these feminine hands will cause your fingers to
masculinity is so fragile
I could you with a tap
The time ill get on my knees for you is to sweep up your fragments like glass

a pity your mother has to see you like this
And a pity any form of criticism gets you pissed
It's a pity you an insufferable god complex
It's a (2x)

I'll get in the kitchen
wear my hair up for myself real real nice
My neck will be adorned pearls
I'll put on my cheeks like a pretty girl
As I myself a whiskey on ice