Luyện nghe bài hát Counting Stars

Every year I about coming back
Seems so much more
goes by than that
Hard to believe it's all time

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

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
me feeling lost and hopeless

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 on the floor

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

We were counting on the ski slopes
Wearing all our up against winter's snap
Scampering up to steal a run
On the toboggan

And later on we watched the game
beer and cigarettes
And finally we lay to sleep
In the beds of our childhood

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