Luyện nghe bài hát The Stooge

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

The
pigeon of idiots
King of jesters, pawn of
A pillar supports my own demise
Believing all that
my vacant eyes

I'm paragraphs
In my that don't read well
Once opposed to editing my
grown sick of this denial
Tempted hour
By the of being a liar
Turning my back at at hand
And writing stupid verse to make it all seem

Some say there's to strife
serves those grieving spineless artists
Transforms shit a masterpiece
And makes their vain attempt at
So romantic