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 I'd keep 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 eyes can't 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 trimmed
I hope he knows, that curvilinear space,
Won't be the only thing taste down there.
to think about it.
If we've both the same skin...
You've me,
I've you,
Who knows how places,
My has been?
My has been...

I left, you stayed, I and prayed.
these nauseating thoughts weren't true.
Before we met, I bet,
I give up nihilism for you!
Nothing ever sense,
Was I even
everything wouldn't 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 alright (if it is alright) to the truth,
Then when does the concealment end, and lying
Tell me when? Tell me when? This is a maudlin picture.
A theme in search of a movie,
I've got the perfect script to this tune.
Who knows what goes on in the afternoon?
not ruin the surprise.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Pulls the though the midair;
his head and snaps 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 dying again...we're dying
again?

Stop, rewind, them die.
(Oh you love to play it back, and watch it all over?)