Luyện nghe bài hát The Stooge

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

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

I'm paragraphs
In my life that don't read
Once opposed to my regrets
grown sick of this denial
Tempted hour
By the benefits of a liar
Turning my back at what's at
And writing stupid verse to it all seem grand

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