Luyện nghe bài hát Song w/o a Chorus

Well sand in my book
writing on the beach
Trying to a song for you
That the can only reach
And beach is getting wider
Than my train of is long
And each grain of sand
Is some other asshole poets
So try to get this 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
When time it wont
All the i hit erase
On every word you to me
And covered it up
Like dogshit on a city street
to not piss off the neighbors
No wonder i cant sleep, i cant
A song a chorus,
This is my first
that would really bore us
And the title would go
But these words just keep on
Out my pen like a gun
And i'm aiming at ears
Trying not to come
'cause you love the smell of
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 smoke crack then the lord
a white-bread singer songwriter
Has to stand here looking
And i'm at it, i should mention
That all the guns i in my
Songs fake...
Not real... plastic..
Fuck... get real... it...
I love you