Luyện nghe bài hát Song w/o a Chorus

Well there's in my book
From on the beach
Trying to a song for you
That the ocean can only
And this is getting wider
my train of thought is long
And each little grain of
Is some other asshole poets
So i'll try to get right
Before the sunburn i'm wrong,
i'm wrong
I keep on shooting guns
That up in my face
And what to say i'm sorry
time it wont erase
All the i hit erase
On word you said to me
And just it up
Like dogshit on a pretty street
to not piss off the neighbors
No wonder i sleep, i cant sleep
A song a chorus,
This is my first
that would really bore us
And the title would go
But words just keep on shooting
Out my pen like a gun
And i'm at your ears
Trying not to come
you love the smell of gunshots
And the of one.. no fun
They'll probably say this
But i don't really
And i used the "gunshot"
So it get on the air
While the rappers do a
And crack then praise the lord
While a singer songwriter
Has to here looking bored
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