Luyện nghe bài hát This Is How The Story Goes

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

Sometimes I focus vision on the (what's that?)
But rarely I do it when I'm sober (you're always drunk)
I like how her hair her shoulders (she's cute)
And if I stare she'll come closer (ayo come here)
If I work my words she'll stay over (yo what's your name)
Spend the night and tightly I hold her (give her a squeeze)
Love is like a game of draw (you're always losing)
And me, I'm on a handful of jokers
I heard she used to mess with Broker (who's that?)
But now he acts like he don't know her
"Go to hell" that's what he told her
Switched her in-between his molars
Now she to take a bath with the toaster
Bad makes the soul older
I wish she would chill and take it
And try to off of this roller-coaster
Girl let me use my key to you motor
I'm good energy by sober
You be the and I'll be the boulder
You a fresh style let me show you

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He to play for the San Diego Chargers (defense)
passes and the alcohol gets harder
Daydreaming, wishing he was a farmer
Passing out on the couch in front of Bob (come on down)
She knew that he would try to harm her (hell naw)
Used his money to open a parlor (yo you want a manicure?)
Her math skills get a sharper (two plus two)
And his beer-gut got a lot larger (know I mean?)
He used to be a self-starter (yeah)
in his own mind of martyr (yeah)
But are the days of Jimmy Carter (yeah, yeah)
And now all he does it sit around and sniff (hell yeah)
This month her hair's a little
While his keeps back a little farther
And as she the editorials and harpers
He's thinking about what he lost in the
Seems to have his weaponry and armor
Feels a fish out of water, drowning in the tartar
Man life is like to light a sparker
He'd move away from city if he was smarter

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My number's universal but my Irish (Sean Daley)
And I'm a donor according to my license (need a kidney?)
I settle for the title of co-pilot
Cause I'm just trying to hold it all together like a
Could you point me to the closest fire (you're a dog)
There's a opercula behind my eyelids (whattt)
not even like I'm attempting to fight it
Instead I've been standing here trying to my privates
The water feels you should drive in (come on get in, get in)
Swim around and ignore the sirens (forget it)
Come and my regime of pirates (swashbuckler)
While we pulsate the artery of silence (ssshhh)
You can live with us on a hidden
We eat and off of berries and bison
And on the weekends we'll the kids to the drive-in
So we can teach them all sex and violence
You lack the minerals, the as well as proper guidance
The magazines lie and the gasoline's siphoned
Who here's in charge of the hiring and
Y'all must not know I died yet
And I pass my time writing rhymes
I still pass my writing rhymes (*repeated*)
(And this is how the goes...)