Luyện nghe bài hát Continental Breakfast

You won't believe I coulda told ya
But I believe I've the balls to let you know
I can say that I'm a man
But I feel a little boy... today

I cherish my friendships
We talk it over continental
In a in East Bumble-wherever
on the sphere, around here

I cherish my friendships
Not much very big on
So I kick a can way up the sun, man
But it down into a ravine
I don't to even think about it that way, but I do

the waves come in at night
From my back porch stoop, swing swingin' on its own
See it's just an of some holy ghost

I walk like a bruised ego along shorefront property to me
But I'm feelin' inferior on the don't ya see
Guarded and sentimental (and all, its just a rental)
(Like luck performin' telekinesis on a priestess)
You won't believe I mighta, coulda told ya
But I wouldn't wanna leave ya out over it
OK, me, but...
(or me)

the waves come in at night
From my back stoop, porch swing swingin' on its own
See it's just an inhabitant of some holy

I my intercontinental friendships
We talk it over breakfast
In a hotel in Bumble-wherever
Somewhere on the sphere, here