Luyện nghe bài hát American Fights

And it's all your head.
painted perfect, black and red.
It's a theme fighting for.
And all the lines now been drawn.
questions.
No one's hurt.
a patriot of words.
And it's all day and you don't have much to say.
A attempt.
over.
answers.
a step.
Irradicate.
A lonesome day of work and sweat and
and grief and running hate.

And if I had a dime for time you cried.
Then I buy you a holiday in Rome.
And if I had a chance to buy a of time.
I'd wake up to a of crime.

A jaw.
A lost.
The of shattered bits of glass and stepped on moss.
And I you well.
A sour girl, who gave up and dreams of a different world.
And I hope you've bought time
because minute lost is a minute past your prime; time TV gets you through.
A day of work and sweat and tears
and and thoughts of twenty-two.

A pseudo-thought.
I'm lost.
The of blood.
fights hurt so much.
And I can't believe, getting up.
The cost of living everywhere it went up.

And if I had a dime for every you cried.
I would buy you a holiday in Rome.
And if I had a to buy a piece of time.
I'd wake up to a of crime.