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 of my eyes
And my mouth is dry and tastes

the ringing

Slowly, I out of bed
The of an erection
Still in my shorts
a bothersome guest

Again the

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

Which always seem to my daily
Contribution to the once toilet water
That I always enjoy green

Again the

I twice like most others
And I'm annoyed by the
That always seems to
a small acreage of wetness
On the of my briefs

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

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

Ringing,

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

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

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