Luyện nghe bài hát Telephone

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

the ringing

Slowly, I out of bed
The remnants of an
Still lingering in my
Like a 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 once blue toilet
That I always making green

the ringing

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

I languidly, lazily, crazily stumble into the den
Where my smokes his guitars
I mean cigars in his easy
I know all easy chairs
And then I a song for my friends

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

Ringing,

it, goddamn, motherfucking, son of a bitch is ringing
I walk into the kitchen and I blankly
At that shrieking bastard, since it keeps ringing
I know it's her and since it keeps ringing she 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 our own lives
It's true, we'll make a day
you and me