Luyện nghe bài hát This Is Not Hell

If this is hell, that's fine with me
All of the presumably happily
Eager to follow the fool that's got the head
Of me

We don't have any doubt, we're out there making
Unconsciously rolling through, from pollings
The answers are sometimes
Than the to our ends

So this is hell, what else it be?
Bask in the glories of glorified
Of a basket who has just
Broken himself from the

We are not making
Who cares just how we feel
Infantile of penniless gamblings
A fist full of hands swinging clubs, at our new baby zeal, yeah

You think is hell, would you care to bet?
the beauty of domestic duty
The are full and our
perpetually wet

Think traveling south
Find the right something you might left
Endless the road, wish your to explode
Actions remain base, but intentions in treble clef, yeah

This is not hell, is purgatory
here in limbo, I.Q. of a dim bulb
How many does it take
To screw in the of me?

You'd think one day that I might
Stare in the and you cannot see
opened my doors of perception
And can't get shut, now I feel fucked for free
Everyday, yeah I feel for free, everyday, yeah we're all fucked

I left my brain of my other head, you don't impress me
depress me, don't suppress me, just get undressed
I left my inside of my other head, the teachers test me
My father blessed me, the pigs me, I get upset

I left my brain inside of my other head, you impress me
Don't depress me, suppress me, just undress me
The teachers test me, my father me
The arrest me, I get upset