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

Took the bus, took the
Went to work, ignored the
What a day
And the friendly faces got dragged
All types of
Closed my eyes, smelled hair
around but your weren't there
Had some
Jacket potatoes, wings, and fried tomatoes
that, lit a fag
Said a prayer and a drag
These our toasts never do combust so much
I burn for the of us though
day, second job
Passing forth for the to stop
Shoes are too tight, are aching
Cold and but I was faking
I do go, I am late
Always the same mistake
That being not caring
6 days a
find my bearings
But to be fair I might have
have cared if you were there
Might have cared if you were
Might have if you were there
Stressed as hell, fatigued as
Putrid passion, rotten
Work to death, in at the bit
Crazed as christ and broke as
Watched the news, someone
Saw the mother, eyed
Son dead on the wall of road
I God, no one I know
I to work for the NHS
Mental health, people
Met Joanne,
Scared of living, of dying, terrified of being
Then met Paul, a
Shaken limbs, fanatic
Unwashed ten in a row
So afraid almost
I tell them I do the same
In certain moods, on certain
But despite the same I could think
I could not do much to them
to base, had a meeting
Kids die all week, cause their parents them
I wish I could say I was
The news choose which ones to highlight
Choose which ones to
Took the DLR, the tube
Read a book, nothing to do
Read Joe Hick, she the bombings
Wrote a book, a killing
I read somewhere that lost LX
injured, 52 dead
In some far away, that shit happens everyday
Now scared of buses, of trains
But got to get to work way
So I play with my you could 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 and sorrows
Not made it yet, maybe
I closed my eyes, saw your
around, you were no place
I feel so out when you're not around
I so left out when you're not around
But you are and I am life
And times are and under strife
Strife's the type of life I to lead
And time wont you let this wound
Take light, your shadowed passions
I you talk, I see your actions
What I see are your eyes, those flaming symbols of the night
Was your skin that I saw, on the road
My war
Were you wearing that Paisley I
you hatred, were you lust?
You this 'cause you must
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?