Luyện nghe bài hát What's It Worth?

What's it to be safe?
What's the way to be
I throw myself at the garden
on my hands,
prune the and mow the roses,
but I understand
how to go
to ber
in the end I only to be me.
Winter here are mine;
still, no bites, my line?
I could hurl myself to the
all nerve,
clear the and weed the dead leaves,
but I really just don't the nerve
to be
if scene
is this just kind of strange dream?
I'll walk to the sleeple, where the people
are so inquisite.
I could make it to the corner and buy
a of derivatives
now.
Which way now... climb or
Will my eggs ever
I could throw in the frying pan
for the of my name;
hit the or smile hermetically,
but it's really never the same;
every time a twist,
I I'll grab my plot
and exist
Or that be
a slash at my wrists?