Luyện nghe bài hát Boiled Frogs

A man sits at his
One from retirement
And up for review
Not quite what to do
Each passing
The workload

I'm always
I'm always too late
For to go my way
It always ends up the
Count your

I be missing
I be missing the point
Your signal away
And all I'm with is noise
your blessings on one hand

So wait up, I'm not
again tonight
There's so much to about
There must be more to my

little tin man
Still his axe
though his joints
Are with rust

My is slipping
My is slipping away
Safe in
So safe, day day
your blessings

My youth is
My is slipping away
Cold wind blows off the
And I know for sure that it's too
Count blessings on one hand

So up, I'm not sleeping
again tonight
There's so much to dream
There must be more to my

Can't help but betrayed
the clock every single day
There's no and no remorse
Youth sold for a cheque
And it makes him fucking
He's heating up, he say no

Whoa, oh, oh, oh
Whoa, oh, oh, oh
Whoa, oh, oh, oh

So up, I'm not sleeping
Alone tonight
so much to dream about
There be more to my life

So wait up I'm not
Alone again
the light and shallow waves
Is I'm going to die

up for me
up for me
up for me