Luyện nghe bài hát Spit It All Out

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

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

Pushchair to pensioner no-one it right
So it was simplifed to one fib
Anyone else who couldn't put it into
Just got lips round good sex or a cig
So if you finally it all out
Make sure wearing a bib

And I suspect described as driven
Are usually driven by their mum or dad
And motivation something you on
If you spell properly or add
And if is something you started
Its probably in a book I had
the first target of thief
The last thing on the of the mad

And when it comes to your final
And as the cats got your tongue
Be glad we're living in a struck dumb
Where the fat lady yet sung

Pushchair to no-one said it right
So it was simplified to one fib
Anyone else who put it into words
Just got lips round good sex or a cig
So if you spit it all out
Make sure wearing a bib

where I'm sat, the lady's not fat
She's skinny just the one lung
And the send-off the thirty-piece band
been sacked and probably hung

And anyone who's a 'not sure'
Got but how they forgot
And anyone ask a 'what for?'
get what for on the spot
So if you finally it all out
Make you're out of your cot