Luyện nghe bài hát 27

I'm not

And going on fast

A lost in the East Bay fog
Birthday cards thrown in the

years' calendar

On the wall, collecting
My friends say to tear it

But instead I'll it up

And now I'm 27

I turn 28

Driving to the

I end up losing faith

On dates
Promises

New Years sold

To the out on the street

was it all worth?
And was it the while
Lost and found and ten down

And it to the ground

Will I still in line

When I 29?
But now I'll take a
And it 27