Luyện nghe bài hát Cardiac Arrest

Papers in the
Bowler hat on
Walking to the bus
longing for his bed

Waiting with his
In the rush hour
Got to get the bus

So for him to do
got to hurry, got to get his seat
Can't miss his place, got to his feet

Ten more minutes till he gets
The nearly done
It's getting so hard days
Not so much fun

His mind to the office
His telephone, and chair
He's been happy with the
treated him real fair

Think of seven
and end in 'C'
Like a big car
But misspelt a 'D'

I this bus'd get a move on
Driver's his time
I just don't I'll be late

Oh dear, what will the boss
yourself together now
Don't get in a

Don't you worry, there's no
It's a day
Could all be going way

the doc's advice
Let up, enjoy life
to what they say
It's not a they play

get there at this rate
He's up in a jam
a meeting this morning
It's his luck, oh damn

His dives in his pocket
For his
of sweat on his bowler
His pulse-beat so brief

Eyes fall on his watch
The seconds pass real
for the hot air
But the chest pain, it go

Tried to ask for
But seem to speak a word
Words are whispered
But seem to be heard

about the wife and kids?
They all on me

so sorry, we told you not to hurry
Now just too late
You've got a certain
We thought we it clear

We all voiced our inner
We it up to you
There's we can do