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 wrist to find a
better trap that fits. I'd saw 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 ribbons to blue: a sight to sore
eyes. I got this dress. I'm hiking it around
this of laughter. Slow dance alone with no one
to the of four hands 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. I'll the book on you. It's
sticking to my face. You a little less than what
you take for granted. This is the sip that's
from you, blacking out your eyes. You need a
little more suppression of appetites. This is
honeymoon, in separate rooms, it's neither sweet
nor bright. I made a word to this state a name,
game a guess. I call it "sluttering". It means
as little as little test. You are your worst
revenge. Your very means, they have no ends. is
a story you won't the kids we'll never have. If
you hear song a hundred times it still won't be
enough.