Luyện nghe bài hát Ben's My Friend

I up this morning, August 3rd
It's been a pretty slow and uneventful
Went to a friend in Santa Fe
Went to New Orleans and went to see my
Woke up this 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 little down, a tired
Met my and we walked down Union Street
I was scared and my head was in a bunch of
Bought a $350 pair of
And we ate at Perry's and I crab cakes

Blue cakes
Blue crab
crab cakes

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

Sports bar
Sports bar
Sports bar

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

I to death
I worry her to death
I to death

The other night I went and saw The Postal
my friend but getting there was the worst
Trying to and getting up the hill
And a spot amongst the drunk kids staring at their cells
Standing at the back 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 know his
Now he's at the Greek and he's busting moves
And my legs were hurting and my feet too
I called him after, said I'll skip the backstage five
But for the nice music and all the exercise

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 a gut hanging around like a jackass
Everybody there was twenty younger than me
At least that is not my fondest memory
I carried my legs down and then I gave
My backstage passes to two asian girls
I drove to my place Tahoe
Got in my hot tub and thought well that's how it
And it was quiet and I was listening to the
And Ben's still out there, selling of tickets
And though while we pretend that there's a competitiveness
But Ben's my and I know he gets it
Then in a of days my meltdown passed
Back to the studio twelve hours shifts
Singing a song about one or another
Another day behind the microphone this

Tenderloin summer
This summer
This summer