Luyện nghe bài hát Pity

I'll get in the kitchen.
I'll wear my hair up for you real, nice
My neck be adorned with pearls
I'll put rouge on my cheeks a pretty girl
As I you whiskey on ice
I'll do all things
But one thing always stay true
shitty attitude
Will never a woman to lay with you

So get real with
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)

test my limits
Or my
stroke my face or these feminine hands will cause your fingers to bleed
Your is so fragile
I could you with a tap
The only time ill get on my knees for you is to sweep up your fragments like

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

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