Luyện nghe bài hát Spit It All Out

I every word I said
But said half the words I meant
There's a load more they came from
I suppose get left unsent
Like conversation
but don't know which way it
don't miss the wish for a kiss,
And doesn't care how its spent

And the only way a white lie
Is the of the gap between truths
Imprison any feeling usually
And they wave white sheets from

Pushchair to pensioner said it right
So it was simplifed to one fib
Anyone who couldn't put it into words
Just got their lips good sex or a cig
So if you spit it all out
Make sure wearing a bib

And I suspect those as driven
Are usually driven by their mum or dad
And motivation you work on
If you cant spell or add
And if self-belief is something you
Its probably in a I once had
Self-belief the first target of
The last on the mind of the mad

And when it comes to your final
And as usual the got your tongue
Be glad we're living in a world dumb
the fat lady hasn't yet sung

Pushchair to pensioner no-one it right
So it was to one great fib
Anyone who couldn't put it into words
Just got their round good sex or a cig
So if you spit it all out
Make sure you're a bib

From I'm sat, the lady's not fat
skinny with just the one lung
And the send-off planned the thirty-piece
Have been sacked and probably

And anyone here a 'not sure'
Got but how they forgot
And anyone dared ask a 'what
Will get what for on the
So if you spit it all out
Make you're out of your cot