Luyện nghe bài hát Cardiac Arrest

Papers in the
Bowler hat on
Walking to the bus
He's for his bed

Waiting his neighbors
In the rush queue
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 there
The nearly done
It's so hard these days
Not nearly so fun

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

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

I wish bus'd get a move on
Driver's taking his
I just know I'll be late

Oh dear, what the boss say?
Pull yourself now
get in a state

Don't you worry, no hurry
a lovely day
Could all be going way

Take the advice
Let up, enjoy life
Listen to what say
not a game they play

Never get there at this
He's up in a jam
There's a meeting this
It's just his luck, oh

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

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

Tried to ask for
But can't to speak a word
Words are whispered
But don't seem to be

What the wife and kids?
all depend on me

We're so sorry, we you not to hurry
Now it's too late
You've got a date
We thought we made it

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