Luyện nghe bài hát Thanks for Nothing

Serve my head on a
Pulp my with ill will
I did you
Let to lust you, to be

Thanks for fucking

Serve my head on a
Pulp my with ill will
Sensed a mystique, to spent air
it dead

Thanks for nothing
Scrap the depths to something
Thanks for fucking
Drained my all, then drop the

True, we not joined
Our every spliced
Though you in and took a lead

Three spouted
This crossed all divides
a shift in protective focus
Three words

end, I should've clicked
A sensory
A spoiling of the
Of which we were

I don't despise or
But I just your form
Walk right out and along
And leap before you

Thanks for fucking