Luyện nghe bài hát Boiled Frogs

A man sits at his
One from retirement
And he's up for
Not sure what to do
Each year
The workload

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

I must be
I be missing the point
Your fades away
And all I'm left with is
Count blessings on one hand

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

Poor tin man
swinging his axe
Even his joints
Are with rust

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

My is slipping
My youth is slipping
Cold blows off the lake
And I know for sure it's too late
your blessings on one hand

So wait up, I'm not
Alone again
There's so to dream about
must be more to my life

Can't help but feel
Punch the every single day
There's no loyalty and no
Youth sold for a pension
And it makes him sick
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 again
so much to dream about
There must be more to my

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

up for me
up for me
up for me