Luyện nghe bài hát The Futile

Shit, nothing makes sense, so I won't think it
go with the ignorance
Eat, sleep, fuck and flee, in words that's me
I am full of

What do the old teach us
But how to die, die
(Die, die)
do those hissy fits teach you
Except how to cry, pussy,

Yeah, the futile, the
It the beautiful
Futile, the
It the beautiful
Futile, the futile, the so
(The futile, the futile)

Taste, I have no taste, I don't like tiny portions
Or your artful of sound, sealed with a kiss
Slathered in the sauce
So go choke on your

do the old people teach us
But how to die, die
(Die, die)
And what do hissy fits teach you
Except how to cry, pussy,

Yeah, the futile, the
It the beautiful
Futile, the futile, it outweighs the
Futile, the futile, the so

I'm eating rat poison for
the cord from the phone
I am dining along
Rat for dinner
Pull the cord the phone
I am along, so goodnight

Love, I shall not love, yet still sing about it
Hope it the ocean in slime
The and drool
I'm leakin' the blood of a
(I'm of it, I'm full of it, I'm full)

Rat for dinner
Pull the from the phone
I am alone tonight
Rat for dinner

Pull the chord from the
I am dining alone,
Oh, I am dining tonight
Tonight,