Luyện nghe bài hát Stumbling Testicles

Here I am trying to
Ever having to say a single
Everything seems so
And I'm in need of a friend
But all the ways I try to
That notion seems to offend
Not in reality but in my
Which for reason ain't where it started

Marching off the end
Far from the screaming
Like drunken demons started teething
Not mindful where they

The is scary
Too many
Intently at my butt
And why the hell this motif
And who keeps on missing the seat
I can't go all these eye
Rubber painted smiles
They on the water now in the air
And that's when I got out of there

Now Millie looks just like a cop on every approach
But he understands me the ducks
So he's in my book
In this of random change
I am lucid but the woods are
My comfort has revoked
Not confident enough to hear a word
Death
Happy thoughts I get caught hooked on a word like
Death
Don't mind the breath because when I do I
looking
Red Red
Get me a drink and for god sakes them off

This one's to fuck and it's not apparent why
This one claims a virtue but it's off as lies
I'll shrug and dig my heels
In what looks like flawed ideals
a misstep away
She me
And then took me
But you right 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 repeat
'cause acknowledging what I had
Would have given the bad validity

"Why you go play guitar"
Why you wanna put this on stage?
the worst show on fucking earth
Stumbling
I'm

I jumped up and offed the
In the chair and rocked loose
nowhere to be found
Luckily hours later I down

Back to a safe so it seemed
Then again I heard the
So I ducked what appeared
A place still serving beer

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

Kayla's cute in my lap
When a cock-blocking few to scrap
The smaller of the two starting crap
With the object of their
up on Zack

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