Luyện nghe bài hát Ben's My Friend

I woke up this morning, 3rd
It's been a slow and uneventful summer
Went to a friend in Santa Fe
Went to New and went to see my family
Woke up this morning and it
I needed one 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 girl and we down Union Street
I was scared and my was in a bunch of places
a $350 pair of lampshades
And we ate at and I ordered crab cakes

Blue cakes
crab cakes
Blue crab

She said I seemed 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 cluttered with bar shit

bar shit
Sports bar
bar shit

Got on the phone and I called my
And called my father, talked a little bit my sister
got a new boyfriend, he's a deer hunter
And she's used to venison
And my dad's still fighting his girlfriend
his flirting with the girls in Panera Bread
My mom is good but sounded out of
I worry so about 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
Ben's my friend but 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 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 didn't his name
Now he's singing at the Greek and busting moves
And my legs were and my feet were too
I him after, said I'll skip the backstage high five
But thanks for the nice and all the exercise

And we and it was alright
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 hanging around like a
Everybody there was years younger than me
At least that this is not my fondest
I my legs back down and then I gave
My backstage passes to two cute girls
I drove to my near Tahoe
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 Ben's my friend and I know he it
in a couple of days my meltdown passed
Back to the studio doing twelve hours
a song about one thing or another
Another day behind the microphone this

This Tenderloin
This summer
This Tenderloin