Luyện nghe bài hát Brickwall

Six pack, rack, brick wall,
I'm gonna 'em all.
I myself in a way,
I hate every day.
flights, blue and white, red stripe,
The are right.
There's got to be way,
There's got to be a way.

But you don't really to him now,
He's just a that you once wore.
You don't talk to him now,
Don't about him 'til you're falling on the floor,
And on the floor.
No, you don't talk anymore,
Don't really anymore.

You spend time,
Looking at about New York from the 1990's,
But you it's not the same anymore,
It's not the anymore.
And all friends,
Every one of them,
unavailable,
They're obsessed with taking pictures of children,
got one foot out the door,
They were with one foot out the door.

And you don't talk to them now,
You're like a postcard that can hang.
You really talk to them now,
Unless call you to lethargically complain,
To fun of the old gang.
No, you don't really anymore,
really talk anymore.
You really talk anymore,
Don't talk anymore.

One time,
I remember,
You told me I was a child that's too smart for the lesson,
But still learn anything,
You my boyfriend then.
Six pack, rack,
When are you come back?
Come and be my boyfriend again,
Come back and be my again,
back and be my boyfriend again,
Come back and be my again,
Come and be my boyfriend again.