Luyện nghe bài hát Counting Stars

Every year I think about coming
like so much more
Time by than that
to believe it's all real time

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

I got in trouble again
It's like year I get in trouble at Christmas time
Is to I expect in the rain and the darkness of November
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 year is the
I say I'll home
Once I got a little to show for myself
Than just getting in

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

And later on we the hockey game
With beer and
And we lay down to sleep
In the small beds of our

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