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

Took the bus, the train
Went to work, ignored the
What a day
And the friendly faces got around
All of places
Closed my eyes, smelled your
Looked but your weren't there
Had some
Jacket potatoes, chicken wings, and tomatoes
that, lit a fag
Said a prayer and a drag
These days our toasts never do combust so
I for the both of us though
Second day, job
Passing for the world to stop
Shoes are too tight, are aching
Cold and sick but I was
When I do go, I am
Always the same mistake
That mistake not caring
6 days a
I'll my bearings
But to be I might have cared
have cared if you were there
Might have cared if you were
Might cared if you were there
Stressed as hell, as fuck
Putrid passion, luck
to death, jump in at the bit
Crazed as christ and as shit
Watched the news, died
Saw the mother, eyed
Son shot dead on the of road
I thank God, no one I
I to work for the NHS
health, people depressed
Met Joanne,
Scared of living, of dying, terrified of being
Then met Paul, a
Shaken limbs, paranoid
ten days in a row
So almost paraletic
I tell them that I do the
In moods, on certain days
But despite the same ways I could
I not do much to convince them
Back to base, had a
die all week, cause their parents beat them
I wish I could say I was
The news just choose which to highlight
Choose which to highlight
Took the DLR, took the
a book, nothing else to do
Read Joe Hick, she the bombings
Wrote a book, made a
I read somewhere that lost LX
injured, 52 dead
In places far away, that shit happens everyday
Now scared of buses, scared of
But got to get to some way
So I play my life you could say
But don't we
we all?
Don't we
we all?
I got a gig, got booked
Just down the when it got jooked
I get to sing my joys and
Not made it yet, maybe
I closed my eyes, saw your
Looked around, you no place
I feel so out when you're not around
I feel so left out when not around
But you are time and I am
And times are and under strife
the type of life I seem to lead
And time you let this wound easily
Take your light, your shadowed
I hear you talk, I see your
What I don't see are eyes, those flaming symbols of the night
Was that your skin I saw, on the road
My war
Were you wearing Paisley I adore
Were you hatred, you lust?
You understand 'cause you must
That men have the consitencies of and war through history
I must see you, I know
Did you falter, did you go?
Did you go?
Did you go?