Luyện nghe bài hát Boiled Frogs

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

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

I must be
I be missing the point
Your fades away
And all I'm left with is
your 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
Even though his
Are clogged rust

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

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

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

Can't help but betrayed
Punch the clock every day
There's no and no remorse
sold for a pension cheque
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 wait up, I'm not
again tonight
There's so much to dream
There must be to my life

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

up for me
up for me
up for me