Luyện nghe bài hát That Certain Special Ugly

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