Luyện nghe bài hát Song Without A Chorus

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

And this is getting wider
Than my train of is long
And each grain of sand
Is some asshole poets song

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

I keep on shooting clever
That up in my face
And what to say Im sorry
When time it wont

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

Just to not piss off the
You know, it's I can't sleep
I sleep

A song a chorus
You know is my first attempt
'Cuz would really bore us
And the would go limp

But these just keep on shooting
Out my pen just a gun
And Im aiming at ears
Trying not to come

you love the smell of gunshots
And the of one
no fun

Theyll say this sucks
But I dont really
And I used the word
So it get on the air

While the do a drive by
And crack then praise the Lord
a white-bread singer songwriter
Has to here looking bored

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