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
did the music turn into a beauty pageant?
Lately my sense of pride has been chronically

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

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

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

Domesticate, so for combat
My worst habits are 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
on my boots, run through the back door
Should been more careful, what I wished for

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

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