Luyện nghe bài hát Pretty Words

I ask you
Get my face slapped under
What's going on
Is there wrong perhaps?

Surprise,
It's like a booby trap
Than a booby

Civil disobedience
A soldier with a rifle
You're all the screws
That hold the hinges of my

Fat cats and brats
Hep cats in dog
over girly mags

Pretty words
Mean much
I don't to be
Mean much

All I see are snapshots, big
spots, mug shots, machine slots
'Til you don't what's what
You don't know you got

Curious
Running after men
Curiosity didn't the cat
It was a pen

But there's not choice
Between a mouth
And a jealous

Got back to
Picked a from the man
No words of
Just cartoons and titter

Well, well, that
murdered for a kiss me quick hat
No backbone, and guts
Better keep your big mouth

words
Don't mean anymore
I don't to be
much anymore

All I see are snapshots, big
spots, machine slots, mug shots
'Til you don't what's what
You know what you got

You don't know you got
You know what you got