Luyện nghe bài hát Ben's My Friend

I up this morning, August 3rd
been a pretty slow and uneventful summer
Went to visit a in Santa Fe
Went to New Orleans and went to see my
Woke up morning and it occurred
I needed one track to finish up my record
I was feeling out of and uninspired
Laid on my bed, too hung, a little down, a little
Met my girl and we walked Union Street
I was scared and my head was in a bunch of
Bought a pair of lampshades
And we ate at Perry's and I ordered cakes

Blue crab
crab cakes
Blue crab

She I seemed distracted and asked what was going on with me
I said I can't explain it and it's a age thing
She okay and ate her eggs Benedict
And I looked at the walls cluttered with bar shit

bar shit
Sports bar
Sports bar

Got on the phone and I my mother
And my father, talked a little bit with my sister
She's got a new boyfriend, a deer hunter
And she's used to venison
And my still fighting with his girlfriend
his flirting with the girls in Panera Bread
My mom is good but sounded out of
I worry so much about her, I to death

I to death
I worry about her to
I to death

The night I went and saw The Postal Service
Ben's my friend but getting there was the
Trying to park and getting up the
And find a amongst the drunk kids staring at their cells
Standing at the with the crowd of eight thousand
I thought of Ben when I met him in
At a festival in
He was on the small stage then and I didn't his name
Now he's singing at the Greek and he's busting
And my legs hurting and my feet were too
I him after, said I'll skip the backstage high five
But thanks for the nice and all the exercise

And we and it was alright
And we and it was alright
And it was

There's a fine between a middle-aged guy with a backstage pass
And a guy with a gut around like a jackass
Everybody there was twenty younger than me
At that this is not my fondest memory
I carried my legs back down and then I
My backstage passes to two cute girls
I to my place near Tahoe
Got in my hot tub and well that's how it goes
And it was and I was listening to the crickets
And Ben's still out there, selling lots of
And though while we pretend that there's a competitiveness
But Ben's my friend and I he gets it
Then in a couple of days my meltdown
Back to the studio twelve hours shifts
a song about one thing or another
Another day behind the microphone summer

Tenderloin summer
This Tenderloin
This summer