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 ugly seed has sowed.
And as you know, it's that fucks us all, as pieces fall on top of us.
You've looked it up and looked it and can't deny 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 this, you're damn right I'm bitter.
The worst joke they could have told is
that might have been a sense of hope.
That looks aren't that beauty is only skin deep;
the world is not so critical and superficial;
and people can be whatever they want to be,
because based on appearance at birth,
you may have just lost freedom.
was a time that I could live without a sense of pride and a sense of hope;
a sense of and dignity;
and to survive on meals full of lies.
That is not now.