Luyện nghe bài hát 17th Street Treatment Centre

On the day, the sun didn't hate me
The wasn't angry, the bed didn't sigh
The ceiling said possible I might get my looks back
On the twenty-first day of my stay
On the day, I danced to the twelve-step
Examined, I'm powerless too
Sang the one about the spring the cat ran
On the twenty-first day of my stay here

The punk and the priest and the real estate
The with no teeth and the shaking Marine
The Deadhead who wears his sunglasses
So no one can see at my
In for three weeks or in for
Here at the 17th Treatment Centre
of us probably not getting better
But not better together