Luyện nghe bài hát That Certain Special Ugly

A flower for poor Rose, took the away.
A life 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 wrong of the ugly stick.
On impact the collapsed.
Cut two so I can breathe.
The ugly face took all hope away.
A based on lies. Bad joke. Thanks, Mom.
With a mug like this, damn right I'm bitter.
The worst they could have told is indicating
that there might 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 they want to be,
because based on your at birth,
you may just lost that freedom.
There was a time that I could without a sense of pride and a sense of hope;
a sense of face and
and attempt to survive on meals of lies.
That is not now.