Luyện nghe bài hát Sugar Wolf

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

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

Lay in the street, embrace the
than working for something better
Pull on my boots, run through the back
Should have been more careful, what I 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 become a participant in something I once against

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

Lay in the street, embrace the
than working for something better
Pull on my boots, run the back door
Should have been careful, what I wished for

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

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

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