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 of places
Closed my eyes, smelled your
Looked around but your weren't
Had some
potatoes, chicken wings, and fried tomatoes
that, lit a fag
Said a and took a drag
days our toasts never do combust so much
I for the both of us though
day, second job
Passing forth for the world to
are too tight, feet are aching
Cold and sick but I was
I do go, I am late
Always make the same
That mistake not caring
6 a week
I'll find my
But to be fair I have cared
Might cared if you were there
Might cared if you were there
Might have if you were there
Stressed as hell, as fuck
passion, rotten luck
Work to death, in at the bit
Crazed as christ and broke as
Watched the news, someone
Saw the mother, teary
Son shot dead on the of road
I God, no one I know
I to work for the NHS
Mental health, people
Met Joanne,
of living, afraid of dying, terrified of being
Then met Paul, a
limbs, paranoid fanatic
Unwashed ten in a row
So almost paraletic
I tell that I do the same
In moods, on certain days
But despite the same I could think
I could not do much to them
to base, had a meeting
Kids die all week, cause parents beat them
I I could say I was surpised
The news just choose which ones to
Choose ones to highlight
Took the DLR, took the
Read a book, nothing to do
Joe Hick, she survived the bombings
Wrote a book, a killing
I somewhere that some lost LX
Umpteen injured, 52
In some places far away, that happens everyday
Now scared of buses, of trains
But got to get to work way
So I with 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 road it got jooked
I get to my joys and sorrows
Not made it yet, maybe
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 you're not around
But you are time and I am
And times are tiring and under
Strife's the type of life I to lead
And time wont you let this wound
Take your light, shadowed passions
I hear you talk, I see your
What I don't see are your eyes, those flaming of the night
Was that your skin I saw, on the road
My war
Were you wearing Paisley I adore
Were you hatred, were you
You understand this 'cause you
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?