Luyện nghe bài hát Sari

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

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

I'm for the mess
The stupid way I'm
I guess I my test
Oh you know I'm sorry for my views
I musta confused
And yet you know that I'm sorry for you

now I don't mean to offend, much
Just
When female and you're fenced in and
phened to no end
And no zen to men will help you fend off the brethren
And the pen appears
And better than the oxygen
Or the or the spear or the fork
Or the pork-fed horde
a mooring post
The whore you'll miss the when you're away
When in Snowshoe PA
Doin' some play from
That deals with AIDS and race and and
Relationships and
And then like "hey yay what'd you say?
I can sing my troubles away?"
But then fucked
'Cause you gotta make a
And the whole world
And you're like a duck
That's lyin' dyin' to sell out
But no one buyin' and there's all this doubt
And you can and dream and scream and shot
But your life's affliction is the fiction of

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

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

I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm I'm sorry
I also mirror this
ideology of sorry
In part of the liberal theology leading us to hari-kari
like a mythology, almost
Like a ghost
As we slowly
Writing in the grave of the
Cryin' for Senator and then proceeding to moan
At our own supposed sabotage of the elections at
"Oh somebody phone
The American people spoken!"
Now is certain?
Maybe those nice Midwestern folks just jokin'
In any there's no use in dopin' chokin' mopin' and sobbin'
on you disheartenin' dobbins
Sayin' is my problem
So to
I'm a of a prude
So difficult for me to have to allude
To all this rude verbal baggage
But I manage 'cause I'm a inside
I may listen to Enya's greatest
And try to control my fits with pride
get my hair dyed
But oh the of lyin' 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 out of this bind
You can what's on my lips but you don't know
in my mind

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

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