Luyện nghe bài hát Chronicles Of A Bohemian Teenager (part 1)

I am stuck in chords
I'd here once before
With echoes
By baggage on my floor

So get over
Let's grab another beer
Drink tomorrow to forget that we're still alive

Drinking to
Somehow breaths
Dissolution faces friends with seldom meths

I do believe my
Self constructed
Is cracking under pressure whilst I'm on the inside

I'm sick of making
I'm sick of sitting with my trapped falling down my back
And telling people I
More than they to know

And this song is more, than the self indulgent
Closure for the times that have let you
You I need you around

Well, I'm still here, long overdue but it seems like

So this for the friends
If not so for
And new life's directing us
And marching a town [unverified]

You made us at home
backs on floors of stone
But I'd rather there any day
Than wake up alone