Luyện nghe bài hát Boiled Frogs

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

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

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

So wait up, I'm not
Alone tonight
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 is slipping away
in monotony
So safe, day day
your blessings

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

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

help but feel betrayed
Punch the clock single day
There's no loyalty and no
sold for a pension cheque
And it him fucking sick
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
again tonight
There's so much to dream
There must be to my life

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

up for me
up for me
up for me