Luyện nghe bài hát Telephone

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

Again the

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

Again the

Carefully, I to the bathroom
As to not display my manhood to
There, I make the perfunctory faces

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

Again the

I twice like most others
And I'm by the dribble
That seems to remain
Causing a small acreage of
On the front of my

I slowly languidly, lazily, stumble into the den
my father smokes his guitars
I cigars in his easy chair
I know all about chairs
And then I a song for my friends

Jesus is my boyfriend, Jesus is my
You can't have him because Jesus is my

Ringing,

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

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

There's a choice you're
We're our own lives
It's true, we'll make a day
you and me