Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Napoleon

I can't lie on this bed anymore it burns my
You can the truthful things you've said to me
And fit them on the of a pin

Napoleon
Poor

You always so disappointed
I take my stockings off
Don't you know the of life, boy?
Don't you know what these cost?

She was selling stolen
To salesmen and minstrel singers
You put a in the slot
She called you her fingers

Napoleon
Poor

I bet she isn't all that's
I bet isn't all she fakes
Just like that place where they take spine
And it into soap flakes

Bare wires the socket to the bed where you embraced that girl
Did you ever think there's far too many in the world?
One day probably make a movie out of all of this
There won't even have to be a murder, just a dissolving kiss

Poor
Poor

So good little school boy
You better learn self control
Did you mess up your
scorn in your begging bowl

Poor