Luyện nghe bài hát Something Pretty -- Patrick Park

Here I am, where been
walked a hundred miles in tobacco skin,
And my are worn & gritty.
And I ugliness,
Now show me pretty.
I was a dumb punk kid nothing to lose
And too much weight for shoes.
I could have died from boring.
As for loneliness,
She greets me morning.

At the I'm a glare,
I'm the son who's hardly there.
I'm the open sign that's busted.
I'm the you need, but can't be trusted.

At the I'm a glare,
I'm the hopeless son who's there.
I'm the open that's always busted.
I'm the friend you need, but be trusted.

Here I am, where I've
I've a hundred miles in tobacco skin,
And my are worn & gritty.
And I ugliness,
Now me something pretty.

At the I'm a glare,
I'm the hopeless son who's there.
I'm the open sign that's busted.
I'm the you need, but can't be trusted.

At the I'm a glare,
I'm the hopeless son hardly there.
I'm the sign that's always busted.
I'm the friend you need, but be trusted.