Luyện nghe bài hát When I Was A Little Girl

Another F again I
Another cocky
Another dirty look from a

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

So get the out of my face
And disappear a trace
You annoying little
I'll into my bag of tricks

And then I'll pull out a hand
Your machoism away
But I will not out the pin
Because mean!

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

death and viruses
And there-of of consciousness
shitty song on the radio
go!

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

Don't at me, I've had my fill
Don't yourself inside a pill
But I not pull out my gun
'Cause I have one!

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