Luyện nghe bài hát Spin

Bird swings, sing blue, my fling
Out the screen door, off and old
My mind was and ran like a engine,
When you showed up it was the darkest of nights
The saddest of sad
I on through unsteady drugs.

Cat on the sleeve of me
They leave me
A broken band Joes rule
The sun is setting on the I'm leaving,
The bill collector ca'nt understand the heavy kid's agenda,
Tell me, Brenda, is there to this I need to see?

My mind was loose and ran an demon,
If you don't mind I'd fuck up my own life,
Bore sad nights
don't expect a birthday card.
Tell me, what's expected? is owed?

Do you really want to fix it even it's made of snow?
me, Brenda, I can't really remember
Cause I'm swinging from my family
Is this real, innate, or just a fucking
Is this real or is it all words to sing?