Luyện nghe bài hát Boiled Frogs

A man at his desk
One from retirement
And he's up for
Not quite sure to do
passing year
The grows

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Can't help but betrayed
Punch the clock single day
There's no loyalty and no
Youth for a pension cheque
And it him fucking 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
again tonight
There's so to dream about
must 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