Luyện nghe bài hát When I Was A Little Girl

Another F I fret
Another cocky
Another dirty look from a

Kiddy and lunatics
All the things make me sick
Another from a sad rock star

So get the out of my face
And disappear without a
You annoying little
reach into my bag of tricks

And then I'll pull out a grenade
Your machoism fades
But I not pull out the pin
that's mean!

With judgment day not far
sniffing all your days away
I don't who to blame
Is it me or is it

death and viruses
And lack of consciousness
Another shitty song on the
go!

I'll kick the teeth out of your
I killed the cat, there's no chase
You on me. I'll push you back
So come on girls, let's go

Don't look at me, had my fill
Don't find yourself inside a
But I will not out my gun
I don't have one!

Why you let me be?
Said, Why you just let me be?
Why can't you let me be?
Why you just let me be?
Why you let me?