Luyện nghe bài hát Sugar Wolf

Less of a singer, you are more, of a prostitute
With aspirations for a life of sex and abuse
When did the music turn a beauty pageant?
Lately my sense of pride has been chronically

Domesticate, so for combat
My worst are mounting a comeback
Dollars and pence, or metric
You can sit down but the are electric

Lay in the street, the gutter
Easier than working for better
Pull on my boots, run through the door
Should have more careful, what I wished for

Less of an artist, you are more, more of a machine
You sit the pages of juxtapose magazine
When did the music turn a beauty pageant?
I've a participant in something I once stood against

Domesticate, so much for
My worst habits are a comeback
Dollars and pence, cubic or
You can sit down but the chairs are

Lay in the street, embrace the
Easier working for something better
on my boots, run through the back door
Should have been more careful, what I for

Should have never birth to this monster
Should have never given birth to monster
From all this
I'd like to hide my head in the

Domesticate, so for combat
My worst are mounting a comeback
Dollars and pence, or metric
You can sit down but the are electric

Lay in the street, the gutter
Easier than working for something
Pull on my boots, run through the door
Should have been more careful, what I for