Luyện nghe bài hát Reese's Pieces, I Don't Know Who John Cleese Is?

Oh a shame that I have to tape over,
Those Elysian smiles I I'd keep forever.
I it all like it was yesterday...
all, Set it down, hit record.
And back away... My intestines are laces,
to fucking untangle.
These eyes can't keep off the timekeepers.
Second hand angle.

What's keeping you
Usually out I open my eyes.
Why did you pick
To epilate between thighs...

Are you for his tongue to come?
And brush against your cleaned hair?
I hope he knows, that gyrating space,
Won't be the only he'll taste down there.
Stop to think it.
If we've both flooded the skin...
tasted me,
I've you,
Who how many places,
My has been?
My has been...

I left, you stayed, I and prayed.
That nauseating thoughts weren't true.
Before we met, I bet,
I give up nihilism for you!
ever made sense,
Was I even
Took wouldn't touch,
And me feel (hell yeah!)
I had all my in you,
you would never commit and act of deceit,
To wake up in the meridian
Knowing there would be solid ground to my feet.

If it is (if it is alright) to conceal the truth,
when does the concealment end, and lying begin?
Tell me Tell me when? This is a maudlin motion picture.
A song in search of a movie,
I've got the perfect to match this tune.
Who really knows what goes on in the
not ruin the surprise.

I don't buy incredulous denials,
Do you think you've the exit,
To your escape? I really be thinking this way,
It would put my at ease,
If I caught ass on tape.
be no excuses baby.
I'll this to your friends and family.

Maybe I reconsider this diagnosis,
Lets things out before we conclude.
Commonly a virtuoso at procedures,
But this was the saddest thing my have ever viewed.

The postmeridian that we performed,
Seemed like a perfunctory routine,
But I can tell by the footage here,
That in love with his machine!
How could you do to me?
time you won't get out so easily.
Now that I what I'm up against;
I prepared.
Bat in hand behind the closest door I stared.
Say "hello" to bark, in-between your teeth.
Soon you also be bleeding from underneath.
It took to do what you've done.
your manhood in your mouth is no fun.
And as for you darling, going no where,
kind of hard to move when you're tied to a chair.

See there's a twist to lovely,
For you too see.
What's hiding in wardrobe
Isn't a spree.

*whistle,
Comes out to stilts supporting the of lust,
I thought you were someone I could always trust.
Now watch we smacking flesh,
I'm sure you even care.
But with your eyelids sown back to brows.
This you forced to stare.

With a wrapped around his neck,
tied to a tree,
There he on the top of the cliff,
With his inanimate life, the sea.
He drinks his drink.
And himself on fire.

the trigger though the midair;
Misses his head and the wire.
Now and strangling in the water,
His body to sink.
Not did that put out the flames.
But he his drink.
This wasn't the thing that could happen...yes it is.
We're slowing again...we're dying
again?

Stop, rewind, watch die.
(Oh don't you love to it back, and watch it all over?)