Luyện nghe bài hát The Stooge

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

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

I'm rewriting
In my life that don't read
Once opposed to editing my
I've grown sick of denial
every hour
By the benefits of a liar
my back at what's at hand
And writing stupid verse to make it all grand

Some say something to strife
That those grieving spineless artists
Transforms shit a masterpiece
And their vain attempt at pain
So romantic