Luyện nghe bài hát Vicky's Box

He won't ride in anymore
It reminds him of blow jobs that a queer
And his stuck to the roof over the wheel
Like a pigeon on a tire goes

And circles over circles and a queer
And his hair on the
Like a goes around

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

He won't anymore
He ride anymore
He ride anymore

Home is a rage like a cage
is what you read
How you breathe,
Home is how you

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

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

It's the strangle of winter
I only love of things that I hate
Like this box, this piece of
I grasp, can't see true

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

I've been another year, another day
Ocean flies and a child
you complain
To kiss the rotten knee

You may be
You may be
You may be in box

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