Luyện nghe bài hát Coffee Beanery

The coffee was about to explode
Or was it a
Nobody
saw it coming
But for
The forecast frost
The TV's ice

The Toyota became a baked
And if we took out our
The windshield scraping beneath
A little for dessert
If every would put up a good fight first

All that you will probably fall someday
Then you'll be left with Polaroids
So, what I to know is when the sky caves in
Who's gonna up the pieces then

The signs, they all there before
A blink of barrette the crashing down on the colonials
Everybody said "don't get caught, darling, you end up in a Folgers tin"
But even they the storm
And they drive me batty when they say things like
you know I've heard the stories, too
Oh I've heard the wives'
Polly at a load of stale reunion bread
And got killed by one of her seven Siamese
Never did want an American short-hair 'cause they've got bones to

All that you build will probably fall
Then you'll be left with Polaroids
So, what I want to know is the sky caves in
gonna pick up the pieces then

I had a dream about Helena where she was strumming her cello like it was a
We got drunk and danced in the sand dunes she said
"Why don't we go and see about parade?"

And James with his beard is down to his knees, is
in Asia chewing on a coil of ginseng and he's
Writing me every week about the big beautiful
I kind of to be a part of it.

All that you build will fall someday
you'll be left with only Polaroids
So, what I want to know is when the sky in
Who's pick up the pieces then