Luyện nghe bài hát The Futile

Shit, makes sense, so I won't think about it
I'll go with the
Eat, sleep, fuck and flee, in four words me
I am of indifference

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Rat poison for
Pull the chord the phone
I am dining tonight
Rat for dinner

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