Luyện nghe bài hát Ceci N'est Pas Une Chanson

Some people think little girls should be seen and not heard, but I HI
UP YOURS!

Ya this is Bran Van a shout out to all the Paris suburbs.
All the hounds.
All the New hound dogs.
And the NDG, misguided.

It was the before New Years Eve.
I had a curious for doughnuts.
I dragged my sorry ass to the city of Lavada where she from a Tim Horton
cup.
She said, aris by the toilet, some crack pot smoked holiday,I tried
desperately to it but that when she looked my sorry-ass ways.

Say goodbye to your ways.
Say to your sorry-ass ways.

She the place where your standing is not even place not for music not even
song.
And the sadness you see from deep within me, has been your sadness all
along.
So don to be so perfect, I quite intent in my traveling gear.
What you see is not just a coffee girl, of the fact that I not even
here.

It like a foxfire.

HI UP YOURS!

And the snow fell like crushed aspirin on catholic holiday.
She looked me like a crooked lawyer; hung over as the one he played.
So don pretend to be like you are me because I am, thinking that there is
no struggle coming up from the bubble, 'cause there is no struggle in sorry
ass ways.
Oh, say good-bye.
Oh, say good-bye.
Ah, say good-bye to sorry-ass ways.
Ah, say good-bye to sorry-ass ways.

I mean where are yal know what to do.
Spending 'cause I in love with you.
I mean I worth enough yal know what to do.
Spells like the romance, smells go right to you.

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