Luyện nghe bài hát Beautiful Game

We watched the like we always did
We seemed to lose more we'd win
The ref would as we'd blame him
And then the would start
Out the buses park
I a few black eyes
me
It was to be alive
The tribal led to the pub
Where we debated how won
And I'm outside the son
And then a glass is
Some on his back
And it all kicks off
As
no one to take the blame
As time goes by I with vigour
The days we had seemed so bigger
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 loved gathered moss
On a rolling stone you wouldn't
But if we win or
We're in each shoes
With upon our shirts
me
You how that hurts