Luyện nghe bài hát Sari

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

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

I'm sorry for the
The way I'm dressed
I guess I failed my
Oh don't you know I'm for my views
I musta been
And yet you know really I'm sorry for you

Well now I mean to offend, much
Just
When you're and you're fenced in and
phened to no end
And no zen guide to men help you fend off the brethren
And then the pen
And than the oxygen network
Or the sword or the or the fork
Or the bored horde
It's a mooring
The whore you'll the most when you're away
you're in Snowshoe PA
Doin' play from Backstage
That deals with and race and gays and
and ballet
And then you're like "hey yay you say?
I can just my troubles away?"
But then fucked
'Cause you gotta a buck
And the whole sucks
And you're like a duck
That's lyin' tryin' to sell out
But there's no one and there's all this doubt
And you can preen and dream and scream and
But your life's affliction is the fiction of

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

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

I'm sorry I'm I'm sorry I'm sorry
I also mirror apology
This of sorry
In of the liberal theology that's leading us to hari-kari
It's a mythology, almost
a malingering ghost
As we slowly
in the grave of the polls
Cryin' for Senator Wellstone and then proceeding to
At our own sabotage of the elections at home
"Oh somebody phone
The people have spoken!"
Now is certain?
Maybe those nice Midwestern were just jokin'
In any case there's no use in dopin' chokin' mopin' and
Come on you dobbins
Sayin' is my problem
So to
I'm a of a prude
So it's for me to have to allude
To all this rude crude baggage
But I manage I'm a savage inside
I may to Enya's greatest hits
And try to control my hissy fits pride
Won't get my hair
But oh the of lyin' all the time
I don't say, "die motherfucker!"
But I wouldn't if you did
even the nice girl's ego has to override the id
And so before I 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 for the mess
The stupid way I'm
I guess I failed my
Oh don't you know I'm sorry for my
I musta confused
And yet you know that really I'm for you

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