Luyện nghe bài hát Shotgun

I fully the shotgun in my pillow
Is no uncarved at hand
Life is sweet but not it for Buddha
a shotgun in his hand

Shotgun, shotgun, shotgun,

The of uncarved blocks
Is how to describe what's hard to

The things, the quietest
The child-like
I need to hear
Positive the way I

The of thought inherit the earth
(Shotgun blows)
Like Winnie, the Pooh, confucianist
(Shotgun blows)
Oblivious in I do, deliberate the way I live
(Shotgun blows, shotgun blows, blows)

Shotgun blows, shotgun blows, shotgun
blows

The of uncarved blocks
Is how to describe what's to describe
Vinegar says, "More force I apply, more trouble I make"
(Is I cannot describe why it is)
(Such a perfect of the opposite)
(And complex we display to protect one another)

Think too much, too much
too much, think too much