Luyện nghe bài hát Song w/o a Chorus

Well sand in my book
writing on the beach
Trying to find a for you
That the ocean can reach
And beach is getting wider
Than my train of is long
And little grain of sand
Is other asshole poets song
So i'll try to get this
Before the sunburn i'm wrong,
Says i'm
I on shooting clever guns
That blow up in my
And good to say i'm sorry
When time it wont
All the i hit erase
On word you said to me
And covered it up
Like on a pretty city street
to not piss off the neighbors
No wonder i sleep, i cant sleep
A without a chorus,
is my first attempt
'cause that would bore us
And the title would go
But these words keep on shooting
Out my pen like a gun
And i'm at your ears
not to come undone
'cause you the smell of gunshots
And the of one.. no fun
They'll probably say sucks
But i don't care
And i the "gunshot" word
So it get on the air
While the rappers do a
And smoke crack praise the lord
While a singer songwriter
Has to stand here looking
And while i'm at it, i should
all the guns i used in my
Songs fake...
Not real... plastic..
Fuck... get real... it...
I love you