Luyện nghe bài hát Women's Studies Victims

They had painted her face like a man's
Like a state, gang-banging
A sad return to the mirror
I'm the kind of mannequin that and
Opens its to the ladies of the spread

She took me home and spit in my
She spoke of Germaine and Friedan
I didn't know to think
I her standing in the kitchen, ass against the sink
She draped me in a stoll, what
I think mink

Than threw me out into the snow, I for the bus
Up some values voters screaming, are you one of us?
I said of course man, you see
I've got some text reconstruction? does that mean?
No clue, it must be an pentagram
What are you talking about? No

I check my shutter speed, my aperture, my
Can't focus, can't stop staring at the face I to know
This life is not a prison, we are always free to go
Chinese stars, Chinese stars, Chinese
My 'cuz had the rawest Chinese

I'm to interface
You met me at a dismal point on the arc
I think I understand you were saying
About the of the skulls

The face was the last one, our luck was white
I read it with my open, only slightly cracked
Somebody else will to close it when I'm done
Make the most out of the

walking through the woods
I someone had built a house
For in particular
They to destroy us, I know
It's to penetrate their fantasy