Luyện nghe bài hát Counting Stars

Every year I think about coming
Seems like so much
goes by than that
Hard to believe all real time

I'm sorry I can't be there everyone on Christmas
To bring in wood for the fire
And carry a stack of plates
To the where the goose is served

I got in damned trouble
It's like every year I get in trouble at Christmas
Is to where I expect in the rain and the darkness of
Leaves me feeling lost and

So I went to a bar by to try and forget
I had nothing and no one
And I got into a fight a big loud jock
He left me counting stars on the

Every damn is the same
I say I'll come
Once I got a little more to for myself
Than just getting in

We were counting stars on the ski
Wearing all our clothes up against snap
up hell to steal a run
On the Mohawk

And on we watched the hockey game
With and cigarettes
And finally we lay to sleep
In the small beds of our

stars with the wavy glass
Of the old windows
On the big, long,
Mohawk