Luyện nghe bài hát Guts

The in the short sleeves fucked my wife
Did it and split
home, fresh as a daisy to Maisy, oh Maisy

And the twelve-bore it stood in the
Quite operatic in its self
It blew him all the living room floor
parrot shit, parrot spit, parrot shit was shot

Now suppose it was familiar
we all would know
Embarrassing denouement, ne pas?
hyperbole

And would go the secret plot
The piss had the hole in the pot
Like that ancient dream
From to poison, soul to poison, soul

Guts, guts, got no
And stitches help at all
Guts, guts, got no

in the body, holes in the legs
Holes in the forehead, in the head
Holes in the body, in the legs
There never be holes at all
should never be holes at all

So all you want or more
Make sure, do it
Dead is dead and door forget

And you'll notice
How the waster and the
Get to like one another

In the end, in the end
In the end, in the end
In the end, in the end
In the end, in the end