Luyện nghe bài hát When I Was A Little Girl

Another F again I
Another cocky
dirty look from a passerby

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

So get the fuck out of my
And without a trace
You little prick
I'll reach my bag of tricks

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

With judgment day not far
You're sniffing all days away
I know who to blame
Is it me or is it

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

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

look at me, I've had my fill
Don't yourself inside a pill
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 can't you let me be?
Why you let me?