Luyện nghe bài hát Telephone

Another night of too much syrup
I'm awakened by the incessant of a telephone
I still have dreams caked in the corners of my
And my mouth is dry and shitty

the ringing

Slowly, I out of bed
The of an erection
lingering in my shorts
Like a bothersome

the ringing

Carefully, I abscond to the
As to not my manhood to others
There, I the perfunctory morning faces

Which always seem to my daily
Contribution to the blue toilet water
That I always making green

Again the

I shake twice most others
And I'm annoyed by the
always seems to remain
Causing a small acreage of
On the front of my

I slowly languidly, lazily, crazily into the den
Where my father his guitars
I mean cigars in his chair
I all about easy chairs
And I sing a song for my friends

Jesus is my boyfriend, Jesus is my
You have him because Jesus is my boyfriend

Ringing,

Dang it, goddamn, motherfucking, son of a bitch is
I walk into the kitchen and I blankly
At that shrieking plastic bastard, it keeps ringing
I know it's her and since it ringing she knows it's me

We are the world, we are the
We are the who make a darker day
So let's killing

There's a you're making
We're our own lives
It's true, make a darker day
you and me