Luyện nghe bài hát Song Without A Chorus

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

And beach is getting wider
my train of thought is long
And each little grain of
Is some other poets song

So Ill try to get right
Before the says I'm wrong
Im wrong

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

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

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

A without a chorus
You know this is my attempt
'Cuz that really bore us
And the would go limp

But these words keep 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 probably say this
But I dont really
And I used the gunshot
So it get on the air

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

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