Luyện nghe bài hát Telephone

Another night of too much syrup
I'm awakened by the ringing 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 remnants of an
Still lingering in my
a bothersome guest

Again the

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

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

the ringing

I shake twice like others
And I'm annoyed by the
That always to remain
Causing a small of wetness
On the of my briefs

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

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

Ringing,

Dang it, goddamn, motherfucking, son of a is ringing
I walk into the kitchen and I blankly
At that plastic bastard, since it keeps ringing
I know it's her and 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 you're making
We're sparing our own
It's true, we'll make a day
you and me