Luyện nghe bài hát Ben's My Friend

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

Blue cakes
Blue cakes
Blue crab

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

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 getting used to venison
And my dad's fighting with his girlfriend
About his 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 about her to death
I worry to

The other night I and saw The Postal Service
my friend but getting there was the worst
Trying to park and up the hill
And find a spot amongst the drunk staring at their cells
Standing at the with the crowd of eight thousand
I thought of Ben when I met him in
At a in Spain
He was on the small stage then and I know his name
Now he's at the Greek and he's busting moves
And my legs hurting and my feet were too
I him after, said I'll skip the backstage high five
But for the nice music and all the exercise

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

There's a fine line a middle-aged guy with a backstage pass
And a guy with a gut around like a jackass
there was twenty years 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 asian
I drove to my place near
Got in my hot tub and thought that's how it goes
And it was quiet and I was listening to the
And Ben's still out there, lots of tickets
And though while we pretend that there's a temperature
But Ben's my friend and I he gets it
Then in a couple of days my meltdown
Back to the studio doing hours shifts
Singing a about one thing or another
day behind the microphone this summer

This Tenderloin
Tenderloin summer
This Tenderloin