Luyện nghe bài hát Song Without A Chorus

Well sand in my book
writing on the beach
Trying to a song for you
That the ocean can only

And this beach is wider
Than my train of thought is
And each grain of sand
Is some other asshole poets

So Ill try to get this
Before the sunburn I'm wrong
Im wrong

I keep on shooting guns
blow up in my face
And good to say Im sorry
When it wont erase

All the times I hit
On every word you to me
And I covered it up
Like dog shit on a pretty city

to not piss off the neighbors
You know, it's wonder I can't
I can't

A song without a
You this is my first attempt
'Cuz that really bore us
And the title would go

But these words just on shooting
Out my pen just a gun
And Im at your ears
Trying not to undone

'Cuz you the smell of gunshots
And the of one
no fun

Theyll say this sucks
But I really care
And I the gunshot word
So it get on the air

While the rappers do a by
And smoke crack then the Lord
While a white-bread singer
Has to stand here bored

While Im at it, I mention
That all the guns I in my
were fake, not real, plastic
I fuck, get real, it, I still love you