Luyện nghe bài hát That Certain Special Ugly

A flower for poor Rose, took the away.
A full of lies. Bad joke. Thanks, Mom.
The bow and the cradle falls.
The ugly 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 deny what you think.
it all you want.
Exam and deduce it way it can.
It sucks living life on the side of the ugly stick.
On impact the 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, you're damn I'm bitter.
The worst joke they could have is indicating
that there might been a sense of hope.
looks aren't everything; that beauty is only skin deep;
that the is not so critical and superficial;
and that people can be whatever they to be,
because based on appearance at birth,
you may have just lost freedom.
There was a time that I could live without a sense of and a sense of hope;
a sense of face and
and to survive on meals full of lies.
That is not now.