Luyện nghe bài hát 2080

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

It's a new year, I'm glad to be
It's a fresh spring, so let's
In I'll surely be dead
So don't ahead, ever look ahead
It's a new year, I'm to be here
It's a fresh spring, so 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
Picket signs, letdowns, meltdown on morning
But all right, yeah, it's all right,
Yeah, it's all right, yeah, it's all
all right
'Cause in no time, be gone, I guess I'll still be standing here

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

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

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

Yeah, yeah, we can all grab at the chance to be farmers, yeah
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 pickle the pain into ribbon winners at county contests

Yeah, yeah, we can all grab at the to be handsome farmers, yeah
You can have sons and be blood when 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 ribbon winners at contests

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