Luyện nghe bài hát Sluttering (may 4th)

Flattered that you I warrant ugliness. Gutters
west, mud made a mess of us. It's time to leave
this place. I'd saw through wrist to find a
better trap that fits. I'd saw through traps to
a better you, a part of you that lasts. I saw
through your and into my own wrists. Saw we were
through, red spill to blue: a sight to sore
your eyes. I got this dress. I'm it around
this waste of laughter. Slow dance alone no one
to the of four hands clapping. Congratulations
to you both, I hope you're happy. If
there's a moral to this story then I you'd show
me. in the blood, fly in the disappointment.
Rubber, I'm glue. I'll write the on you. It's
sticking to my face. You need a less than what
you take for granted. This is the sip that's
back you, blacking out your eyes. You need a
more suppression of your appetites. This is
your honeymoon, in separate rooms, it's neither
nor bright. I made a word to give state a name,
this a guess. I call it "sluttering". It means
as little as little test. You are your worst
revenge. Your very means, they have no ends. is
a story you won't tell the we'll never have. If
you this song a hundred times it still won't be
enough.