Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Traits of the Artist

Every single day
What am I to say?
A good line
The there
And it's scribbled on some bill I can't pay

Catch 22 I was twenty two
Never ever ever what to do
I doubt
I beat myself
And I'm closer to death when I wake up the day

But I never need anyone when I you
No, I never anyone

It's to blame work, love and weather
It's easy to act you've got it together
But behind my door, and on my
Is a man who can't what he stands for

What am I doing?
Is luck a pursuit pursuing?
The will rise
Up to eyes
Then bury you there shortly

But I need anyone when I have you
I need anyone