Luyện nghe bài hát Counting Stars

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

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

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

So I went to a bar by to try and forget
That I had and no one
And I got into a with a big loud jock
He left me stars on the floor

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

We were counting on the ski slopes
Wearing all our clothes up against winter's
Scampering up hell to a run
On the Mohawk

And on we watched the hockey game
With beer and
And finally we lay down to
In the beds of our childhood

Counting stars with the glass
Of the old storm
On the big, long,
toboggan