Luyện nghe bài hát Telephone

Another night of too much cough
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

the ringing

Slowly, I out of bed
The of an erection
Still lingering in my
Like a guest

Again the

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

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

Again the

I shake twice most others
And I'm by the dribble
That always to remain
a small acreage of wetness
On the front of my

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

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

Ringing,

Dang it, goddamn, motherfucking, son of a bitch is
I walk into the kitchen and I 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

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