Luyện nghe bài hát Number 9

9
"Take my money" is all I
He at the earring
"Fag" he
I don't mind, fat
No one him
too short

I pass a table of black with short hair
They like, men
They all the same

I can hear the now
It's and the music's too bright

I look for my
but I can't if I
came or, not
matter though
There's hundreds of people who have waited all lives
No
to be my
*cough

And as I the bar
I see two
Eating other's faces

I to the bartender
He me a placebo
I'm so he tells me to be here
I nod and swallow the bland

Then I stumble times near a crowd
and they think I'm a good

I hear a girl anther girl that some girl she knows
a....girl
Puke in the
I smile in general direction

The good one comes over and bites my cheek
It and I start to hit her
But she's
And I can see my on her teeth
And I her to me
My or yours?
"The gutter be fine," she confesses
As we out
She another bite from my cheek
And I at the fat man
By the