Luyện nghe bài hát The Stooge

I've it in my heart
for over twenty years
And all that time washing
the stench of my spilt tears
I've lingered on the
Transformed something hideous
With the love of life felt to new
And reaching new heights of

The
Stool pigeon of
of jesters, pawn of comediennes
A that supports my own demise
Believing all that
Throughout my eyes

I'm paragraphs
In my life that read well
opposed to editing my regrets
I've grown sick of denial
Tempted hour
By the of being a liar
Turning my back at at hand
And writing verse to make it all seem grand

Some say there's to strife
That serves grieving spineless artists
shit into a masterpiece
And makes their vain at pain
So romantic