Luyện nghe bài hát Sluttering (may 4th)

Flattered that you think I warrant ugliness.
drain west, mud made a mess of us. It's time to
place. I'd saw through your wrist to find a
better that fits. I'd saw through your traps to
find a better you, a of you that lasts. I saw
through trap and into my own wrists. Saw we were
through, red ribbons to blue: a sight to sore
eyes. I got this dress. I'm hiking it around
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 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 what
you take for granted. This is the sip drinking
from you, blacking out your eyes. You need a
little suppression of your appetites. This is
your honeymoon, in rooms, it's neither sweet
nor bright. I made a to give this state a name,
this a guess. I call it "sluttering". It means
as as your little test. You are your worst
revenge. Your very means, have no ends. This is
a you won't tell the kids we'll never have. If
you hear this a hundred times it still won't be
enough.