Luyện nghe bài hát Ben's My Friend

I woke up morning, August 3rd
It's been a pretty and uneventful summer
Went to a friend in Santa Fe
Went to New Orleans and went to see my
Woke up this morning and it
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 walked down Street
I was scared and my was in a bunch of places
Bought a pair of lampshades
And we ate at and I ordered crab cakes

Blue crab
crab cakes
Blue crab

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

Sports bar
bar shit
Sports bar

Got on the phone and I called my
And called my father, talked a bit with my sister
She's got a new boyfriend, he's a deer
And she's getting used to
And my still fighting with his girlfriend
his flirting 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 about her to
I to death

The night I went and saw The Postal Service
Ben's my but getting there was the worst
Trying to park and getting up the
And find a spot amongst the drunk kids at their cells
Standing at the back with the crowd of eight
I thought of Ben 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 singing at the Greek and he's moves
And my were hurting and my feet were too
I called him after, said skip the backstage high five
But thanks for the nice music and all the

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

There's a fine line between a middle-aged guy a backstage pass
And a guy with a gut around like a jackass
Everybody there was twenty younger than me
At least that this is not my fondest
I carried my legs back down and I gave
My backstage passes to two cute asian
I drove to my 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 Ben's still out there, selling lots of
And though while we pretend that there's a temperature
But my friend and I know he gets it
Then in a couple of my meltdown passed
Back to the doing twelve hours shifts
Singing a song one thing or another
Another day behind the microphone summer

This summer
This summer
This summer