Luyện nghe bài hát Sari

Sometimes I feel like I shouldn't so much
That it's it's a crutch
I just used I'm judged
fudged by a face I can't erase and can't see
'Cause I misplaced a or Monty Python CD
Or somethin' stupid that
But is that so bad
To make my ego go
Like a tire flat
Or fat on a big Mac
I'm bein'
Tit for tat
You bureaucrats
You can just apologize

But I know when it comes and it goes
All the and the lows
In this motionless
Iee ieei and I die fadin' away
Iee ieei and I cry waking day
I don't know what to say

I'm for the mess
The stupid way I'm
I I failed my test
Oh don't you know I'm sorry for my
I musta confused
And yet you know that I'm sorry for you

Well now I don't mean to offend,
Just
you're female and you're fenced in and
Phen to no end
And no zen guide to men help you fend off the brethren
And then the pen
And better than the network
Or the sword or the or the fork
Or the pork-fed horde
a mooring post
The whore you'll miss the most you're away
When you're in PA
Doin' some from Backstage
deals with AIDS and race and gays and
and ballet
And then you're "hey yay what'd you say?
I can sing my troubles away?"
But then fucked
'Cause you make a buck
And the whole sucks
And you're like a duck
That's lyin' dyin' tryin' to out
But there's no one buyin' and all this doubt
And you can preen and dream and scream and
But your affliction is the fiction of Faust

But I don't when it comes and it goes
All the highs and the
In this motionless
Iee ieei and I die fadin' straight
Iee ieei and I cry every day
I don't what else to say

I'm sorry for the
The way I rhyme
I knew I shoulda chose a of crime
I'm sorry for my
I know it's all old
And yet you know really I'm sorry for you

I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm
I also mirror apology
This of sorry
In part of the liberal that's leading us to hari-kari
like a mythology, almost
Like a malingering
As we decompose
Writing in the grave of the
Cryin' for Senator Wellstone and then proceeding to
At our own supposed sabotage of the at home
"Oh somebody phone
The American people spoken!"
Now is that
Maybe those Midwestern folks were just jokin'
In any case no use in dopin' chokin' mopin' and sobbin'
Come on you dobbins
sorry is my problem
So to
I'm a of a prude
So it's for me to have to allude
To all this crude verbal baggage
But I 'cause I'm a savage inside
I may listen to Enya's greatest
And try to control my hissy fits with
Won't get my dyed
But oh the onus of all the time
I wanna say, "die motherfucker!"
But I mind if you did
Sometimes even the nice ego has to override the id
And so I flip my lid my crib
And get myself out of bind
You can hear what's on my lips but you know
in my mind

I'm for the mess
The way I'm dressed
I guess I failed my
Oh don't you know I'm sorry for my
I musta confused
And yet you know that I'm sorry for you

I'm for you I'm sorry for you
I'm