Luyện nghe bài hát Ben's My Friend

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

Blue crab
Blue cakes
crab cakes

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 said okay and ate her Benedict
And I at the walls cluttered with sports bar shit

Sports bar
bar shit
Sports bar

Got on the and I called my mother
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 with his girlfriend
About his flirting with the in Panera Bread
My mom is good but out of breath
I so much about her, I worry to death

I worry to
I about her to death
I to death

The other I went and saw The Postal Service
Ben's my friend but getting was the worst
Trying to park and up the hill
And find a amongst the drunk kids staring at their cells
Standing at the back with the crowd of eight
I thought of Ben I met him in 2000
At a in Spain
He was on the small stage then and I didn't his name
Now he's at the Greek and he's busting moves
And my legs hurting and my feet were too
I called him after, said I'll skip the high five
But thanks for the nice music and all the

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

There's a fine line between a middle-aged guy with a pass
And a guy with a gut hanging like a jackass
Everybody was twenty years younger than me
At least that this is not my fondest
I carried my legs back down and I gave
My backstage to two cute asian girls
I drove to my near Tahoe
Got in my hot tub and thought 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 my friend and I know he gets it
Then in a couple of my meltdown passed
Back to the studio doing twelve hours
Singing a about one thing or another
Another day the microphone this summer

This Tenderloin
This Tenderloin
This summer