Luyện nghe bài hát That Certain Special Ugly

A flower for poor Rose, the hope away.
A full of lies. Bad joke. Thanks, Mom.
The bow breaks and the falls.
The ugly seed has sowed.
And as you know, gravity that fucks us all, as pieces fall on top of us.
You've looked it up and looked it and just can't deny you think.
it all you want.
Exam and it whatever way it can.
It sucks living life on the side of the ugly stick.
On the lungs collapsed.
Cut two so I can breathe.
The face voice took all hope away.
A based on lies. Bad joke. Thanks, Mom.
With a mug like this, damn right I'm bitter.
The worst joke they have told is indicating
that there have been a sense of hope.
That looks aren't everything; that is only skin deep;
that the world is not so critical and
and that people can be whatever they to be,
because based on appearance at birth,
you may have just that freedom.
was a time that I could live without a sense of pride and a sense of hope;
a sense of face and
and to survive on meals full of lies.
time is not now.