Luyện nghe bài hát The Jiggler

I'm sick of the knobs, your little baby's a slob
I wanna love you but this aint built for two
I think I panic a lot, not sure what I've got
I wanna love you but this aint built for two
I'm sick of twisting the
So where's my sweet
I think hidden from myself, but there's too many layers
I my head and cough
Like I'm the cops
Is there something to me than just bible study?

Turn your on
You wanna miss this
The way shifts
As it reflects off the
Below this sinking feel your fingertips
away
Can't the feeling now
How far we've down
our best days are behind us
You're the revisionistAnd I'm the
Drifting
To my sunstroke ghost gold corona
Did I crack lens, put my weight upon ya
Does the manifest to love and honor
Can the uphold, can we repeat our mantra

Trust my luck and show my feelings, cross my fingers, cards are dealing, busting out my skull shaped ceiling, hold my fuckin body
I'm raging from the sanction you placed upon the impoverished nations
of grandeur, have some patience
Hold my fuckin body

I can't the future
And I forget the past
Can't any longer
Desperate to make this
us from going under
Won't waste all we have
You it in November
And it burned up in a Feel the hangover in my mind
But this one's a different kind Losing of the concept of time
My senses are frozen Losing touch my concept of time
My senses are