Luyện nghe bài hát Song w/o a Chorus

Well sand in my book
writing on the beach
Trying to a song for you
the ocean can only reach
And this is getting wider
Than my train of thought is
And little grain of sand
Is some other asshole poets
So i'll try to get this
Before the says i'm wrong,
i'm wrong
I keep on shooting guns
That blow up in my
And what good to say i'm
When time it erase
All the i hit erase
On every word you to me
And covered it up
Like dogshit on a city street
Just to not piss off the
No wonder i cant sleep, i cant
A without a chorus,
This is my attempt
that would really bore us
And the title go limp
But these words just on shooting
Out my pen just a gun
And i'm aiming at your
not to come undone
'cause you love the of gunshots
And the of one.. no fun
probably say this 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 bored
And while i'm at it, i mention
That all the i used in my
were fake...
Not real... plastic..
Fuck... get real... it...
I still you