Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Little Me

(Ow! - check -- ahaha-haha! - one, two, three, four)
My lumberjack
You I want you back [decisions, decisions...]
In fact I never want you to
My heart was falling and you try to catch it
Behind your and you were holding a hatchet
your talking and help me rake up leeee-eeee-eaves
Oh oh oh

little me
Poor poor so poor because of she
Carved her into my living (loving?) tree
up to the top so she could see
Poor me (x3)

I had a heart
You made a stack
Stacked up so high I see-eee-ee
My heart was broken and you on stacking
Grab that axe and on whacking
Quit your splitting and up my debriiii-iiiii-is
Oh oh oh (wow!)

little me
Tied a mood on my loving (living?) tree
Way too heavy the branch is weak
I tried to swing and I my little knee
little me (x3)
(hey!)

Poor me
Pushing and shoving all around my loving/living tree [c'est aussi pour ça j'adore l'anglais - entre autres choses, 'aimer' et 'vivre' c'est de faire la différence - mais y'en a-t-il vraiment une?]
You put on your kiss off
Walked all over my emotional roots

Poor me (poor me)
little me (little me)
Poor me
little me (x4)