Luyện nghe bài hát 2080

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

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

If you find me, I'll be 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 to be here
a fresh spring, so let's sing
In 2080 surely be dead
So don't look ahead, look ahead
It's a new year, I'm glad to be
a fresh spring, so let's sing
And the moon shines 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 sons and be blood they marry my daughters
And the pain we left at the station will stay in a jar behind us
We can pickle the pain into ribbon winners at county contests

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

a new year, I'm glad to be here
It's a fresh spring, so sing
In 2080 I'll 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 bright on the water tonight
So we won't drown in the summer

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

Yeah, yeah, we can all grab at the chance to be handsome farmers,
You can have twenty-one sons and be blood when they marry my
And the pain that we left at the station will 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 twenty-one sons and be blood when they marry my daughters