Luyện nghe bài hát Beautiful Game

We watched the game like we did
We seemed to lose than we'd win
The ref would sweat as blame him
And then the fights would
Out where the park
I a few black eyes
me
It was good to be
The path led to the pub
Where we how we'd won
And I'm the wayward son
And then a is smashed
Some on his back
And it all kicks off
As
no one to take the blame
As time by I search with vigour
The days we had seemed so much
And everyone point the finger
So we would do the
To be mesmerised by the beautiful
My old man on the flame of loss
The team we just gathered moss
On a rolling stone you toss
But if we win or
in each other's shoes
With blood our shirts
me
You how that hurts