Luyện nghe bài hát Brickwall

Six pack, thirty rack, wall,
I'm drink 'em all.
I hate in a way,
I hate myself day.
Flag flights, and white, red stripe,
The are right.
There's got to be way,
got to be a better way.

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

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

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

One time,
I remember,
You told me I was like a child too smart for the lesson,
But still didn't anything,
You my boyfriend then.
Six pack, rack,
When are you come back?
back and be my boyfriend again,
Come and be my boyfriend again,
Come back and be my again,
Come and be my boyfriend again,
back and be my boyfriend again.