Luyện nghe bài hát Chemistry

must be the place.
I can tell by glare.
I touch you on a dare.
Seven months to June and even then, so
My is open, my book is shut.
My air is out of tune.
My hair is so '82 to you.
At I don't fit in.
me in Chemistry.
It's all simple math to me.
Call me names.
them stick.
I'll until I am sick.
Glad that's all through.
Got better to do.
Just can't remember I left them.
see you all in class.
Not if I first.
the best, accept the worst.
Walk until your subsides.
Drink beneath the 405 in the ivy and think about girl.
Two below.
She her nose way before it was cool.
Some older guy with a picks her up after school.
school's a living hell.
I work and get paid.
I a lot but can't get laid.
Sit and stare, all we do.
All my are broken, too.
We're just waiting. to begin.