Luyện nghe bài hát Stumbling Testicles

Here I am trying to
Ever to say a single word
Everything so menacing
And I'm in desperate of a friend
But all the I try to convey
That notion just seems to
Not in reality but in my
Which for some reason ain't where it

off the deepest end
Far from the screaming
Like demons that started teething
Not mindful they vent

The is scary
Too many
Intently staring at my
And why the hell this ridiculous
And who keeps on the goddamn seat
I can't go under all eye
Rubber orange smiles
They on the water now in the air
And that's when I got out of there

Now Millie looks just a cop on every single approach
But he understands me about the
So he's good in my
In this state of random
I am but the woods are strange
My comfort has been
Not confident to hear a word like
Death
Happy thoughts less I get caught on a word like
Death
Don't mind the because when I do I choke
You're
Red Red
Get me a drink and for god call them off

This one's trying to fuck and it's not why
This one a virtue but it's written off as lies
I'll just and dig my heels
In looks like some flawed ideals
Happiness a away
She me
And then took me
But you know now
I another
Get me the
Because he's my
But all said was
"How did you eat?"
And wasn't a figure
I was gonna
'cause acknowledging I had done
Would have given the bad trip

"Why you go play guitar"
Why would you wanna put on stage?
It's the show on fucking earth
testicles
I'm

I up and offed the shoes
In the chair and rocked them
Sanity to be found
Luckily later I came down

Back to a safe so it seemed
Then again I the screams
So I into what appeared
A happy place still beer

Larry's bar have any hours
It just pops in and out of
But he a mean white russian
As the bar wench

cute sitting in my lap
When a few start to scrap
The smaller of the two some crap
With the of their fight
Rub'n up on

he's the man regardless of fists
And pong tables never win
Against the wrath
Of too much stress and an bath
But I got mine and got his
And black eyes for the discontent
pig-headed fucking bitches
Swinging of inhibition
to Milton, wipe your shoes
We got of beer and plenty of Shrooms
'cause what in Vegas we don't care
'cause stranger shit has here