Luyện nghe bài hát Day to Day (For 6 Days a Week)

Took the bus, the train
to work, ignored the pain
What a day
And the friendly faces got dragged
All types of
Closed my eyes, your hair
Looked around but your weren't
Had some
Jacket potatoes, chicken wings, and fried
that, lit a fag
Said a prayer and took a
These our toasts never do combust so much
I for the both of us though
Second day, job
Passing forth for the to stop
Shoes are too tight, feet are
Cold and but I was faking
When I do go, I am
make the same mistake
That mistake being not
6 a week
I'll find my
But to be I might have cared
Might have cared if you there
have cared if you were there
Might have cared if you were
as hell, fatigued as fuck
Putrid passion, luck
Work to death, in at the bit
Crazed as christ and as shit
the news, someone died
Saw the mother, eyed
Son shot dead on the wall of
I God, no one I know
I to work for the NHS
health, people depressed
Met Joanne,
Scared of living, afraid of dying, terrified of
Then met Paul, a
Shaken limbs, paranoid
ten days in a row
So almost paraletic
I tell that I do the same
In certain moods, on certain
But the same ways I could think
I not do much to convince them
Back to base, had a
die all week, cause their parents beat them
I I could say I was surpised
The news just choose which ones to
Choose which to highlight
Took the DLR, took the
Read a book, nothing to do
Read Joe Hick, she the bombings
a book, made a killing
I read that some lost LX
injured, 52 dead
In some places far away, shit happens everyday
Now scared of buses, of trains
But got to get to work way
So I play with my life you say
But we all?
we all?
Don't we
we all?
I got a gig, got myself
Just the road when it got jooked
I get to sing my joys and
Not made it yet, tomorrow
I my eyes, saw your face
Looked around, you were no
I feel so left out when not around
I so left out when you're not around
But you are and I am life
And are tiring and under strife
Strife's the type of I seem to lead
And time you let this wound easily
your light, your shadowed passions
I you talk, I see your actions
What I don't see are your eyes, those symbols of the night
Was that your skin that I saw, on the
My war
Were you that Paisley I adore
Were you hatred, were you
You understand this 'cause you
That men the consitencies of love and war through history
I must see you, I know
Did you falter, did you go?
Did you go?
Did you go?