Luyện nghe bài hát The Apple Pie and The Knife

Shoulder to
How we've forgotten
Hand in hand, the fray
No one remembers, the departed
How it all
And who is to
Shoulder to
head to toe
On and on and on we go
Fated and fixed in a state
With the slut-shaming we create

After a lifetime of fighting and
Clawing and for air
Bent over backwards to prove my backbone
Was there
I got my in the door
You me a whore?
I'm not a man
How many acts, how many
Will it you to want me just the way I am?

You want the pie
But I'm the knife, too to swallow
You want the
But I'm the bullet, not the hollow

But I can only be
And no one
they're braying

She's me bat shit
Those shorts her legs
She's of herself
LOOK! She's proud of
She should be
She should her place
God, I'm sick of her
of a tightrope, it should be a clothesline
Instead of a microphone, it be air
Who gives a shit about Susan B. Anthony's fight for
at her hair!

Come on,
down
It's just for
Why all nonsense of "who does she think she is?"
That cocky will steal our husbands

a petty fight to the finish
Little girl, I hate to diminish your
Thank god you got a pretty
Is there any in me
Being who and I want to be?

Who would have thought that a girl a dream
be such a controversial thing?
Why you so on making a scene?
do you get off on being so mean?
I come here to win your approval
I come here for fortune or fame
I came to stand up for that you've beaten down
Over and over and over and again

This is distressed
She doth protest, "It be like this"
I'm not the
I to be loved like everybody else
You the apple pie
But I'm the knife too sharp to
You want the
But I'm the
I'm the
I'm the
NOT the hollow