Luyện nghe bài hát Stress

No one calls I leave
No one's home, the voice

hands wrapped around my neck
Sharp teeth biting in my
Cold burning laser beams
Oh! God, relieve me of this

A list from A to Z, this is too for me
Don't want this mess, I confess
I this stress

The I work, the less I make
The less I learn, the you take

Small lips big huge lies
sores growing in my mouth
Red pouring from my heart
Oh! God, me of this STRESS

I'm not property, come on and set me free
Don't want mess, I must confess
I hate stress