Luyện nghe bài hát Shoot the Poets

Cut off your nose to your friends
holes that will never end and
Speak all you want or just

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

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

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

Ripton stain off the track
You go there once and you come back, oh
Good, that's I say

But it's not what I've heard you it
Cut your losses, shoot the
And one day you'll come
To yourself in a provincial town, now

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

But not what I've heard you know it
Cut losses, shoot the poets
And one day you'll come
Oh, to yourself in a provincial town, yeah