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

Took the bus, took the
Went to work, the pain
a rainy day
And the friendly faces got around
All of places
my eyes, smelled your hair
Looked but your weren't there
Had lunch
Jacket potatoes, chicken wings, and tomatoes
that, lit a fag
Said a prayer and took a
These days our never do combust so much
I burn for the of us though
day, second job
Passing forth for the to stop
are too tight, feet are aching
Cold and but I was faking
I do go, I am late
Always the same mistake
That being not caring
6 a week
find my bearings
But to be I might 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
Putrid passion, luck
Work to death, in at the bit
as christ and broke as shit
Watched the news, died
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 almost paraletic
I tell them I do the same
In certain moods, on days
But despite the same ways I think
I not do much to convince them
Back to base, had a
Kids die all week, their parents beat them
I I could say I was surpised
The news choose which ones to highlight
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 far away, that shit happens everyday
Now of buses, scared of trains
But got to get to some way
So I play with my you could say
But don't we
we all?
Don't we
Don't we
I got a gig, got myself
Just down the road when it got
I get to sing my joys and
Not made it yet, maybe
I closed my eyes, saw your
Looked around, you were no
I feel so left out you're not around
I so left out when you're not around
But you are and I am life
And times are tiring and strife
Strife's the type of life I seem to
And time wont you let wound easily
Take your light, your shadowed
I hear you talk, I see your
What I see are your eyes, those flaming symbols of the night
Was that your that I saw, on the road
My war
you wearing that Paisley I adore
Were you hatred, were you
You understand this you must
That men have the consitencies of love and war history
I must see you, I know
Did you falter, did you go?
Did you go?
Did you go?