Luyện nghe bài hát Twisted And Bent

I come
I a lament
The world round
It's and Bent
But to doom in a sock-stenched room all by myself
Is the kind of fate I never
That me of the time I felt
time for sin and catholic guilt
Two years to the day
I had reason to
With her hair a shade
Of bus-conductress
Tales of and movement
told in grip and groan
But to put these
In songs like
Of the truth
be no trace
Just lying out
Good God give me strength to face lazy day of
"If I was a millionaire I'd be a million miles here"
You came into my like a brick through a window
And I a smile
I her face so well
Although the of her eyes
me for the moment
Though her
Is like being
But if I knew what carpets fly
I wouldn't be sitting
my thumbs
I'd my soul
And my way
Into other lives
And out of my own
So - a battle of wits
And come half prepared
Now we a toast to celebrate
As December's embers
But every is just a hoax
For January's little
Halfway to paralyzed my understudy's eyes tired
Every actor a heckle,
doctor a jekyll
See through my
But I the conversation we had
I don't what you said or did
made you so attractive
I'm
And that's no at all