Luyện nghe bài hát Ben's My Friend

I woke up morning, August 3rd
It's been a slow and uneventful summer
Went to a friend in Santa Fe
Went to New Orleans and to see my family
Woke up this and it occurred
I needed one more track to up my record
I was out of fuel and uninspired
on my bed, too hung, a little down, a little tired
Met my girl and we walked down Street
I was and my head was in a bunch of places
a $350 pair of lampshades
And we ate at Perry's and I crab cakes

Blue cakes
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 middle age
She okay and ate her eggs Benedict
And I looked at the walls cluttered with sports bar

Sports bar
bar shit
Sports bar

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

I worry to
I worry about her to
I to death

The other night I went and saw The Postal
Ben's my but getting there was the worst
Trying to park and up the hill
And a spot amongst the drunk kids staring at their cells
Standing at the back with the of eight thousand
I thought of Ben when I met him in
At a in Spain
He was on the small stage and I didn't know his name
Now he's singing at the Greek and he's busting
And my legs were and my feet were too
I called him after, said I'll skip the backstage five
But thanks for the nice music and all the

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

There's a line between a middle-aged guy with a backstage pass
And a guy with a gut around like a jackass
Everybody there was twenty years than me
At least that this is not my fondest
I carried my back down and then I gave
My passes to two cute asian girls
I drove to my place near
Got in my hot tub and thought well how it goes
And it was quiet and I was listening to the
And still out there, selling lots of tickets
And while we pretend that there's a temperature competitiveness
But my friend and I know he gets it
Then in a of days my meltdown passed
Back to the doing twelve hours shifts
Singing a about one thing or another
Another day behind the this summer

Tenderloin summer
This summer
This summer