Luyện nghe bài hát This Is How The Story Goes

And is (*repeated*)
(And this is how the goes)

Sometimes I vision on the floater (what's that?)
But rarely will I do it I'm sober (you're always drunk)
I how her hair holds her shoulders (she's cute)
And maybe if I she'll come closer (ayo come here)
If I work my words right she'll over (yo what's your name)
Spend the night and I will hold her (give her a squeeze)
Love is like a of draw poker (you're always losing)
And me, I'm sitting on a handful of
I heard she used to mess Andy Broker (who's that?)
But now he acts like he don't know her
"Go to hell" yeah that's what he her
her self-esteem in-between his molars
Now she wants to take a with the toaster
Bad experience the soul older
I wish she would chill and take it
And try to climb off of this
let me use my key to start you motor
I'm good energy powered by
You be the and I'll be the boulder
You a fresh style let me show you

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He used to play for the San Chargers (defense)
Time and the alcohol gets harder
Daydreaming, wishing he was a farmer
Passing out on the couch in front of Bob (come on down)
She that he would never try to harm her (hell naw)
his money to open a beauty parlor (yo you want a manicure?)
Her math skills get a little sharper (two two)
And his beer-gut got a lot larger (know I mean?)
He used to be a strong (yeah)
in his own mind of martyr (yeah)
But are the days of Jimmy Carter (yeah, yeah)
And now all he does it sit and sniff markers (hell yeah)
This month her hair's a darker
his keeps creeping back a little farther
And as she reads the editorials and
He's about what he lost in the garden
Seems to have his weaponry and armor
Feels like a out of water, drowning in the tartar
Man life is like to light a sparker
He'd move away from this if he was smarter

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My number's universal but my Irish (Sean Daley)
And I'm a donor to my driver's license (need a kidney?)
I settle for the title of co-pilot
Cause I'm trying to hold it all together like a hyphen
Could you point me to the closest fire (you're a dog)
There's a growing opercula behind my (whattt)
It's not like I'm attempting to fight it
I've been standing here trying to cover my privates
The feels good you should drive in (come on get in, get in)
around and ignore the danger sirens (forget it)
Come and join my regime of (swashbuckler)
While we into the artery of silence (ssshhh)
You can live with us on a island
We eat and live off of berries and
And on the weekends take the kids to the drive-in
So we can teach them all about sex and
You the minerals, the vitamins as well as proper guidance
The magazines lie and the been siphoned
Who here's in of the hiring and firing?
Y'all must not I haven't died yet
And I still pass my time rhymes
I still pass my time rhymes (*repeated*)
(And this is how the goes...)