Luyện nghe bài hát Ben's My Friend

I up this morning, August 3rd
It's been a pretty slow and summer
Went to visit a friend in Fe
Went to New and went to see my family
up this morning and it occurred
I needed one more track to finish up my
I was out of fuel and uninspired
Laid on my bed, too hung, a down, a little tired
Met my girl and we walked Union Street
I was scared and my was in a bunch of places
Bought a pair of lampshades
And we ate at Perry's and I ordered crab

Blue crab
Blue cakes
Blue crab

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

bar shit
Sports bar
Sports bar

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

I to death
I worry her to death
I worry to

The other night I and saw The Postal Service
Ben's my friend but there was the worst
Trying to park and up the hill
And find a spot amongst the drunk kids at their cells
Standing at the back with the crowd of thousand
I of Ben when I met him in 2000
At a festival in
He was on the small stage and I didn't know his name
Now he's singing at the Greek and he's moves
And my legs were hurting and my feet too
I called him after, 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

a fine line between a middle-aged guy with a backstage pass
And a guy with a gut hanging around like a
Everybody there was twenty years than me
At least that this is not my fondest
I carried my legs down and then I gave
My backstage passes to two asian girls
I drove to my place near
Got in my hot tub and well that's how it goes
And it was quiet and I was to the crickets
And Ben's still out there, selling of tickets
And though while we pretend there's a temperature competitiveness
But Ben's my friend and I know he it
Then in a couple of days my meltdown
Back to the studio doing twelve hours
a song about one thing or another
Another day the microphone this summer

Tenderloin summer
This Tenderloin
This summer