Luyện nghe bài hát Pretty Words

I ask you
Get my face slapped under
What's on precisely
Is there something wrong

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

Civil from
A with a dirty rifle
loosening all the screws
That the hinges of my life

Fat and army brats
Hep cats in dog
over girly mags

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

All I see are snapshots, big
Tender spots, mug shots, machine
'Til you know what's what
You know what you got

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

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

Got to London
Picked a from the man
No of consolation
cartoons and titter tatter

Well, well, that
Millions murdered for a kiss me hat
No backbone, blood and
keep your big mouth shut

Pretty
Don't mean much
I mean to be
Mean anymore

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

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