Luyện nghe bài hát Straight A's

Brain death, blind desk, damage, straight A's

Sixteen, on the roll, I wish that I was dead
Hate my Parents, I got zits and bruises round my
Pressure's on to get good grades so I can be them
I do my all the time I can't go out just then

they ain't friends at all, they tease and suck me dry
They yell at me when I fuck up and party I cry
I look so big on paper, I so very small
Wanna die and you don't care, stride on down the hall

Suicide,
the paper, wonder why
Turn the light out you cry
you fault you made me die

Touch me won't, you touch me now so I can't love
When I was born my mama cried and picked me up gloves
Girls, they kick me in the eye, want answers to the
When they get they drive off and leave me home to rest

Hold my head me warm
me I am loved give me hope
Let me cry and me feel
Give me

The broken, bleeding, screaming, lying in the hall
I'm gone no one remembers me, a picture on the
He was a bright boy, the future in his hands
Or a human pinball shot around by your demands

Suicide, suicide to sleep and when I die
You'll look up and
Then look down and wipe your
go back to your stupid lives, aw shit