Luyện nghe bài hát Sluttering (may 4th)

Flattered that you I warrant ugliness. Gutters
drain west, mud made a mess of us. It's time to
this place. I'd saw through your to find a
trap that fits. I'd saw through your traps to
find a you, a part of you that lasts. I saw
through your and into my own wrists. Saw we were
through, red ribbons spill to blue: a to sore
your eyes. I got this dress. I'm hiking it
this waste of laughter. dance alone with no one
to the sound of four clapping. Congratulations
to you both, I hope somewhere happy. If
there's a moral to this then I wish you'd show
me. in the blood, fly in the disappointment.
Rubber, I'm glue. write the book on you. It's
sticking to my face. You need a little less than
you take for granted. is the sip that's drinking
from you, blacking out your eyes. You need a
little more suppression of your appetites. is
your honeymoon, in rooms, it's neither sweet
nor bright. I made a word to this state a name,
this a guess. I call it "sluttering". It means
as little as your little test. You are worst
revenge. Your very means, they have no ends. is
a story you won't the kids we'll never have. If
you hear this song a times it still won't be
enough.