Luyện nghe bài hát 2080

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

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

If you find me, I'll be sitting by the water
Picket signs, letdowns, on Monday morning
But all right, yeah, it's all right,
Yeah, it's all right, yeah, it's all
It's all
'Cause in no time, they'll be gone, I guess I'll 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
It's a new year, I'm glad to be
It's a spring, so let's sing
And the moon bright on the water tonight
So we won't in the summer sound

Yeah, yeah, we can all grab at the to be handsome farmers, yeah
You can have twenty-one 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 county

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

It's a new year, I'm glad to be
It's a fresh spring, so sing
In 2080 I'll be dead
So don't look ahead, ever ahead
It's a new year, I'm glad to be
It's a fresh spring, so sing
And the shines 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 have twenty-one sons and be blood when they my daughters
And the that we left at the station will stay in a jar behind us
We can pickle the pain into blue winners at county contests

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