Luyện nghe bài hát These R The Thoughts

These are the thoughts go through my head
In my backyard on a Sunday
When I have the house to and I am not
Expending all that energy on with my boyfriend

Is he the one that I marry?
Why is it so hard to be about myself?
Why do I feel alone?
Am I supposed to live in crazy city?
Can continued fear induced regurgitated
Life-denying tradition be

does the money go that I send to those in need?
If we have so much why do some have nothing still?
Why do I frantic when I first wake up in the morning?
Why do you say you are
Yet you treat like shit?

How can you say you're to God
And yet you behind my back as though I'm not
A part of you? Why do I say I'm fine it's
Obvious I'm not? Why's it so hard to tell you I want?
Why can't you just read my

Why do I fear that the quieter I am the less you will
Why do I care whether you like me or
Why is it so for me to be angry?
Why is it such work to conscious
And so easy to get
And not the other way

Will I ever move to Canada?
Can I be with a lover with whom I am a
And a Why am I encouraged to shut my mouth
When it too close to home?
Why cannot I in the moment?