Title: वैकल्पिक

Text: "Son, why do you do this to yourself?" And I said, I ain't proud of all the punches that I've thrown in the name of someone I no longer know, for the shame of being young, drunk and alone. Traffic lights and a transmitter radio. I don't like that when they threw me in the car, I gave your name as my emergency phone call, honey it rang and rang even the cops thought you were wrong for hanging up. I dial drunk, I'll die a drunk, I'd die for you. प्रत्येक पराग्राफले परीक्षण हुनेछ।

Save test: यदि तपाईं यो टाइपिङ परीक्षणलाई साझा गर्न चाहानुहुन्छ भने यो प्रयोग गर्नुहोस् (केवल प्रमाणीकृत प्रयोगकर्ताहरूको लागि)।