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
this place. I'd saw your wrist to find a
trap 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 spill to a sight to sore
your eyes. I got this dress. I'm it around
this waste of laughter. Slow dance alone no one
to the sound of four clapping. Congratulations
to you both, I somewhere you're happy. If
a moral to this story then I wish you'd show
me. in the blood, fly in the disappointment.
Rubber, I'm glue. I'll the book on you. It's
sticking to my face. You need a less than what
you for granted. This is the sip that's drinking
back from you, blacking out your eyes. You a
little more suppression of appetites. This is
your honeymoon, in separate rooms, it's sweet
nor bright. I made a word to give this 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 story you won't tell the kids never have. If
you hear this song a hundred it still won't be
enough.