Luyện nghe bài hát Boiled Frogs

Old man sits at his
One year from
And up for review
He's not sure what to do

passing year
The grows

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

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

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

little tin man
Still his axe
Even though, though
His joints are clogged with

My is slipping
My youth is slipping
in monotony
Day day

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

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

up
I'm not alone again tonight
the light and shallow waves
Is where I'm to die

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