Luyện nghe bài hát Sluttering (may 4th)

Flattered that you think I warrant ugliness.
drain west, mud made a of us. It's time to leave
this place. I'd saw your wrist to find a
better trap fits. I'd saw through your traps to
find a better you, a of you that lasts. I saw
your trap and into my own wrists. Saw we were
through, red spill to blue: a sight to sore
your eyes. I got this dress. I'm hiking it
this waste of laughter. Slow alone with no one
to the sound of hands clapping. Congratulations
to you both, I somewhere you're happy. If
there's a moral to this story then I wish show
me. in the blood, fly in the disappointment.
Rubber, I'm glue. I'll write the on you. It's
sticking to my face. You a little less than what
you take for granted. This is the sip that's
back from you, out your eyes. You need a
little suppression of your appetites. This is
your honeymoon, in separate rooms, it's sweet
nor bright. I made a word to give this a name,
game a guess. I call it "sluttering". It means
as as your little test. You are your worst
revenge. Your means, they have no ends. This is
a story you won't tell the kids we'll have. If
you hear this song a hundred times it still be
enough.