Luyện nghe bài hát The Philisophical Significance Of Shooting My Sister In The Face: An Essay By James Secord

My name is Secord
Everything was
this bullet
In my face
Maybe they
hear the screams
Pull the

The mirror us, the music notes
And wonder how won't be

Times are enough
Without like these
If you cry enough
Maybe they'll your screams
is rested, splattered neck
Put a bullet in my own sister's

now
I be, won't be
'Cause I am back
cats, red dogs
Breakfast,
Rough bread, not
Goodbye,

God me

With a bullet
The shit is
You left a bullet
Everything is, everything is dull, gone,
Is