Luyện nghe bài hát Boiled Frogs

A man at his desk
One year retirement
And up for review
Not quite sure to do
Each year
The workload

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

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

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

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

My youth is
My youth is slipping
Safe in
So safe, day day
Count blessings

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

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

help but feel betrayed
Punch the clock every day
There's no loyalty and no
Youth sold for a cheque
And it makes him fucking
He's up, he can't say no

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

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

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

up for me
up for me
up for me