Luyện nghe bài hát Triphallus, To Punctuate!

She's saying we the party
All our bodies and faces
What allows me to in wild abstractions
The killings gifts God gives us
no one to love them

It's the kind of thought that
You on the way down
You might forget but you're not nice
They forget about you

How they claw me in my or foster reflection
Is that my in the Damascus play?
How they claw me in my or false reflection

You should call me
I won't answer but, at least know you care
How you know it was me?
You I got caller ID?

Guess I should be for you
For your success and all
But your fame ain't got for us
I supported you, kid, back when no one did
Oh yeah, oh

You know I waved your
when no one else did
I just want things to be the way used to be
When you set a place for me

The great chorus of my
Is choking on their tones
Ten lashes on the ass of anyone who even
And heaven's patience glaring at us
Filling your with black butterflies

You don't have to try to
No, nothing my heart
Because for you you want is always free, free, free
your freaky fantasies to my phone
Black Converse on and an ice cream

Now I'm not a virgin to you
You'll never walk
Far beyond the several years of
I live to you call my name
my name

Guess I be happy for you
For your and all that
But your fame got nothing for us
I was booster, babe
Back when no one else
Oh yeah, oh

You I celebrated you
(I'm for you, girl)
when no one else even thought to
I just want things to be the way used to be
When you only a seat for me
Come back, come

I so at peace
Why is the sky
I I'm the one I got from