Luyện nghe bài hát The Futile

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

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

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

Taste, I have no taste, I like these tiny portions
Or your artful abortions of sound, sealed with a
Slathered in the sarcastic
So go on your irony

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

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

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

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

Rat poison for
Pull the from the phone
I am dining tonight
Rat poison for

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