Luyện nghe bài hát Stress

No one calls unless I
No one's home, the repeats

Kind hands wrapped around my
Sharp biting in my back
Cold burning laser beams
Oh! God, relieve me of STRESS

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

The more I work, the less I
The less I learn, the more you

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

I'm not your property, come on and set me
Don't want this mess, I confess
I this stress