Luyện nghe bài hát 2080

I can't sleep when I about the times we're living in
I can't when I think about the future I was born into
dressed up like Sunday morning
With no wall, what the hell you gonna do?

It's a new year, I'm to be here
It's a fresh spring, so let's
In I'll surely be dead
So don't look ahead, ever ahead
a new year, I'm glad to be here
It's a spring, so let's sing
And the moon shines bright on the tonight
So we won't drown in the summer

If you me, I'll be sitting by the water fountain
signs, letdowns, meltdown on Monday morning
But it's all right, yeah, all right,
Yeah, it's all right, yeah, all right
It's all
in no time, they'll be gone, I guess I'll still be standing here

It's a new year, I'm glad to be
a fresh spring, so let's sing
In 2080 I'll be dead
So don't look ahead, look ahead
a new year, I'm glad to be here
It's a spring, so let's sing
And the moon bright on the water tonight
So we drown in the summer sound

Yeah, yeah, we can all grab at the chance to be handsome farmers,
You can twenty-one sons and be blood when they marry my daughters
And the pain that we at the station will stay in a jar behind us
We can pickle the pain into blue ribbon winners at contests

Yeah, yeah, we can all grab at the chance to be handsome farmers,
You can have sons and be blood when they marry my daughters
And the pain that we left at the station will stay in a jar us
We can pickle the into blue ribbon winners at county contests

a new year, I'm glad to be here
It's a fresh spring, so sing
In 2080 I'll surely be
So look ahead, ever look ahead
a new year, I'm glad to be here
It's a fresh spring, so let's
And the shines bright on the water tonight
So we drown in the summer sound

Yeah, yeah, we can all at the chance to be handsome farmers, yeah
You can have twenty-one and be blood when they marry my daughters
And the pain that we left at the station stay in a jar behind us
We can pickle the pain into blue winners at county contests

Yeah, yeah, we can all at the chance to be handsome farmers, yeah
You can have twenty-one sons and be blood when they my daughters
And the pain we left at the station will stay in a jar behind us
We can pickle the pain blue ribbon winners at county contests

Yeah, yeah, we can all at the chance to be handsome farmers, yeah
You can twenty-one sons and be blood when they marry my daughters