Luyện nghe bài hát These R The Thoughts

These are the thoughts that go through my
In my backyard on a Sunday
When I the house to myself and I am not
Expending all that energy on with my boyfriend

Is he the one I will marry?
Why is it so hard to be about myself?
Why do I feel cellularly
Am I to live in this crazy city?
Can blindly continued fear regurgitated
tradition be overcome?

Where does the money go that I send to those in
If we have so much why do some people nothing still?
Why do I feel when I first wake up in the morning?
Why do you say you are
Yet you treat people like

How can you say you're to God
And yet you talk my back as though I'm not
A part of you? Why do I say I'm fine it's
Obvious I'm not? Why's it so to tell you what I want?
Why you just read my mind?

Why do I fear that the quieter I am the you will listen?
Why do I care whether you like me or
Why is it so hard for me to be
Why is it such to stay conscious
And so easy to get
And not the way around?

Will I ever move to Canada?
Can I be with a with whom I am a student
And a master? Why am I encouraged to shut my
it gets too close to home?
Why cannot I live in the