Luyện nghe bài hát Ben's My Friend

I woke up this morning, 3rd
It's been a pretty 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 one more track 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 and we walked down Union Street
I was scared and my head was in a bunch of
a $350 pair of lampshades
And we ate at and I ordered crab cakes

Blue crab
Blue crab
crab cakes

She said I distracted and asked what was going on with me
I said I explain it and it's a middle age thing
She said and ate her eggs Benedict
And I looked at the walls cluttered with sports bar

Sports bar
Sports bar
Sports bar

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

I to death
I worry about her to
I worry to

The night I went and saw The Postal Service
Ben's my friend but there was the worst
Trying to and getting up the hill
And find a spot the drunk kids staring 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 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 high
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 backstage
And a guy with a gut hanging like a jackass
there was twenty years younger than me
At least that is not my fondest memory
I carried my legs back down and then I
My backstage passes to two cute asian
I to my place near Tahoe
Got in my hot tub and well that's how it goes
And it was and I was listening to the crickets
And still out there, selling lots of tickets
And though while we pretend that there's a temperature
But my friend and I know he gets it
Then in a couple of days my passed
to the studio doing twelve hours shifts
Singing a song one thing or another
Another day behind the microphone this

This summer
Tenderloin summer
This summer