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

Oh it's a shame that I to tape over,
Those Elysian smiles I thought I'd forever.
I remember it all it was yesterday...
all, Set it down, hit record.
And away... My intestines are fastening laces,
to fucking untangle.
These vigilant eyes keep off the timekeepers.
Second hand angle.

What's you waiting?
Usually out before I my eyes.
Why did you pick
To epilate your thighs...

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

I left, you stayed, I and prayed.
That these nauseating weren't true.
we met, I wouldn't bet,
I would give up for you!
Nothing ever sense,
Was I even
Took everything touch,
And me feel (hell yeah!)
I had all my in you,
That you never commit and act of deceit,
To up in the ante meridian
Knowing there would be solid ground to my feet.

If it is (if it is alright) to conceal the truth,
Then when does the concealment end, and lying
Tell me when? Tell me This is a maudlin motion picture.
A theme song in of a movie,
got the perfect script to match this tune.
Who knows what goes on in the afternoon?
Lets not the surprise.

I don't buy these denials,
Do you think found the exit,
To your escape? I really shouldn't be this way,
It would put my at ease,
If I your ass on tape.
They'll be no baby.
I'll forward this to your and family.

Maybe I should this diagnosis,
Lets think things out we conclude.
a virtuoso at these procedures,
But this was the saddest my eyes have ever viewed.

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

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

*whistle,
Comes out to stilts the wait of lust,
I always thought you were I could always trust.
Now watch we smacking flesh,
I'm you don't even care.
But with your eyelids sown back to brows.
leaves you forced to stare.

With a wire around his neck,
Tightly to a tree,
he stood on the top of the cliff,
With his inanimate life, the sea.
He his virulent drink.
And himself on fire.

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

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