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 never
how to go
to ber
in the end I want to be me.
days here are mine;
still, no bites, my line?
I could myself to the bonfire
all nerve,
clear the path and the dead leaves,
but I really just don't have the
to be
if that
is this some kind of strange dream?
Think walk to the sleeple, where the people
are so inquisite.
I could make it to the corner and buy
a hoard of
now.
Which way now... or coast?
Will my eggs poach?
I throw myself in the frying pan
for the of my name;
hit the road or hermetically,
but it's really never quite the
every time a twist,
I think I'll my plot
and exist
Or would be
a slash at my wrists?