Luyện nghe bài hát Shoot the Poets

Cut off your nose to spite your
Breathing holes that never end and
Speak all you or just pretend

'Cos you think she is a different
So, she sits all day by the glass, oh
It doesn't talk, it doesn't

But not what I've heard you know
A picture speaks a words
But baby, feel down
I left my heart in a provincial town,

You sold your for magic beans
Don't all you read on computer screens and
These things mean nothing to me

Ripton came off the track
You go once and you don't come back, oh
Good, that's I say

But it's not I've heard you know it
Cut losses, shoot the poets
And one day come down
To find in a provincial town, now

But it's not what I've you know
A picture a thousand words
But baby, don't feel
I left my heart in the privacy of town,

But it's not what heard you know it
Cut your losses, the poets
And one day come down
Oh, to find yourself in a provincial town,