Luyện nghe bài hát Cirko Mamuno

I close my slowly hoping it's over but the miles roll on,

I fake a smile thinking someone will see through the well dye,

Early morning or late
I don't feel I have of time,

pointless exercise to fill a meaningless existence,

Me myself and alcohol are have ourselves a ball
so you not come knocking on my door,

Draw a line of and stumbling in
I'm in between so not stay out late tonight,

I see a stranger only that this looks a little like me

On the miles