Luyện nghe bài hát Vicky's Box

He won't ride in cars
It him of blow jobs that he's a queer
And his hair stuck to the over the wheel
Like a on a tire goes around

And circles over circles and he's a
And his on the roof
Like a pigeon goes

Says he's a man and his
And his hair and his
Say a man

He won't anymore
He won't anymore
He won't ride

Home is a feels like a cage
Home is you read
How you breathe,
is how you live

I boxed in
I feel in
I boxed in
I'll be all right

Home is the heart lies
The heart lies, the heart
home, welcome home
Welcome home, welcome
Welcome

It's under the strangle of
I only love pieces of things that I
this box, this piece of roof
I can't grasp, can't see

A piece of
like today
Like a ago
to remember like today

I've been here another year, day
Ocean waving and a child
you complain
To kiss the rotten broken

You may be
You may be
You may be in box

A kitchen is a where you prepare
And up
up
up
up