Luyện nghe bài hát Tundra/Desert

Every fickle fucker
Childhood's what ya
Till they treat you like
Weigh opinions, more like air than lead

Every occupation
Surefire disappointment up
Till they treat you desert
See mirages of friendship, face red

soon to be an anchor
Build the bridges to nothing, get nowhere
governor's mother knows
That bread is buttered by Sam

And what science?
find the proof
And let you
Your own

child star wonders
If they a future up ahead
kind hearted banker
I think there is one

winning opinion
I I had one
Every opinion
I, I I had one

on platforms in water
Filling jars of silence you'll get nowhere