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

Took the bus, the train
Went to work, the pain
a rainy day
And the friendly faces got around
All types of
Closed my eyes, your hair
Looked around but your there
Had some
Jacket potatoes, chicken wings, and fried
that, lit a fag
Said a prayer and took a
These days our toasts never do combust so
I burn for the both of us
Second day, job
Passing for the world to stop
Shoes are too tight, are aching
and sick but I was faking
When I do go, I am
Always make the same
That mistake not caring
6 a week
I'll my bearings
But to be fair I have cared
Might have cared if you were
Might have if you were there
Might cared if you were there
Stressed as hell, as fuck
passion, rotten luck
Work to death, in at the bit
as christ and broke as shit
Watched the news, someone
Saw the mother, teary
Son dead on the wall of road
I thank God, no one I
I to work for the NHS
Mental health, depressed
Met Joanne,
Scared of living, of dying, terrified of being
Then met Paul, a
limbs, paranoid fanatic
Unwashed ten in a row
So afraid paraletic
I tell them that I do the
In moods, on certain days
But despite the same ways I think
I not do much to convince them
Back to base, had a
Kids die all week, cause their parents them
I wish I could say I was
The news just choose ones to highlight
Choose ones to highlight
Took the DLR, the tube
Read a book, else to do
Joe Hick, she survived the bombings
Wrote a book, made a
I read somewhere that lost LX
Umpteen injured, 52
In places far away, that shit happens everyday
Now of buses, scared of trains
But got to get to some way
So I play with my life you say
But don't we
Don't we
we all?
Don't we
I got a gig, got myself
down the road when it got jooked
I get to sing my joys and
Not made it yet, tomorrow
I closed my eyes, saw face
Looked around, you no place
I so left out when you're not around
I feel so left out when not around
But you are and I am life
And times are tiring and under
Strife's the type of life I seem to
And time wont you let wound easily
your light, your shadowed passions
I hear you talk, I see actions
I don't see are your eyes, those flaming symbols of the night
Was that your skin I saw, on the road
My war
you wearing that Paisley I adore
Were you hatred, were you
You understand 'cause you must
That men the consitencies of love and war through history
I must see you, I must
Did you falter, did you go?
Did you go?
Did you go?