Luyện nghe bài hát Boiled Frogs

Old man at his desk
One year from
And he's up for
He's not quite sure to do

Each passing
The grows

I'm wishing
I'm always too late
For things to my way
It ends up the same

And I be missing
I must be the point
Your fades away
And all I'm left with is

So up
I'm not sleeping alone again
There's so to dream about
There be more to my life

Poor tin man
swinging his axe
Even though, though
His joints are with rust

My youth is
My is slipping away
Safe in
Day day

My is slipping
My is slipping away
Cold blows off the lake
And I for sure that it's too late

So up
I'm not sleeping alone again
so much to dream about
There must be more to my

up
I'm not sleeping alone again
Between the and shallow waves
Is where I'm to die

So you wait up for me?
you wait up for me?
Won't you up for me?
Oh, up for me