Luyện nghe bài hát Buckledownknucklehead

I'm wearing clapped out shoes, dead tunes, in my bedroom,
with a shirt, said i would quit work, yes i said soon,
Its why I'm writing on the tube, while the dude, reading the news, glances over at my phone too,

With bars so heavy should anticipate,
besides i write them i want, i even make the paper wait,
i know this tune aint like the others, but its the risk i take,
i see what you're brother, but i can't relate,

so don't try get me with them dead jokes, it work,
the only time you ever made a crease is on shit shirt,
and likes you,
I just parred your life,
in a hiku,
and i didnt try too

so why would i act like my a beast,
when the only plaque i earned year is on my teeth,
im not up and I'm hardly famous,
but the sets sewn up in the places

so buckledownknucklehead, you've just begun,
barely past the line stop thinking that you've won,
got a way to go, not much time to show it,
starring at your phone cos you're about to blow it,

so they spunk their student loan,
I've been sat back alone,
and now I've grown, something i never really could have known was possible,
this dossers lost interest on all thats topical and new are the only sights stuck up in my optical,

i you're not mishearing me, but seriously,
my name is not ed sheeran see, I'm a man going about his own dream,
and it be more likely,
if i singing his songs and he stops singing just like me,

so call me a cat wanker,
cos i bait lines
them 8 times,
I'm a great time,
if people rate mine,
they can hate fine,
but what hear on the grape vine, is I'm,

mesmorising, be warned,
redifining, warm,
and all the that comes out of my mouth is like a stormy yawn,
and got verbal diarrhoea, can't you hear,
so if i don't up today,
no way I'm waiting out next year

so buckledownknucklehead, you've only begun,
barely past the line stop thinking that you've won,
got a long way to go, not much to show it,
stop at your phone cos you're about to blow it,

you can see, as much as me, that lyrically, its a little bit of a difficult time for me, and the words flow like they did recently,
but see I'm at it again, when I've been my mind and then i pick up a pen,

see i was to write a hit, I've got to write a load of shit,
witten a load of shit, but no hit,
and now its too late,
cos I'm already up in it, see i would go back to uni but my mates are nearly finished, and i love pub grub so much that when i go out wearing a shirt,
i tuck my gut in to look init,

in other words I'm older,
and yet it feels like something they'd told ya,
but I'm,
level headed but my head is with the stars so I'm guess I'm saying I'm on the level as they are,
cos i to quit,
my mind don't,
that makes me an oxymoron cos my will let me

so buckledownknucklehead, you've just begun,
barely past the starting line thinking that you've won,
got a long way to go, not much to show it,
starring at your phone cos you're about to blow it,