Luyện nghe bài hát Shotgun

I fully understand the in my pillow
Is no block at hand
Life is sweet but not it for Buddha
There's a in his hand

Shotgun, shotgun, shotgun,

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

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

The simple of thought inherit the
(Shotgun blows)
Winnie, the Pooh, confucianist rules
(Shotgun blows)
Oblivious in what I do, deliberate the way I
(Shotgun blows, shotgun blows, blows)

Shotgun blows, shotgun blows, shotgun
blows

The nature of uncarved
Is how to describe hard to describe
taster says, "More force I apply, more trouble I make"
(Is that I cannot why it is)
(Such a illustration of the opposite)
(And complex arrogance we display to one another)

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