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

Took the bus, the train
to work, ignored the pain
What a day
And the friendly faces got around
All types of
my eyes, smelled your hair
Looked around but weren't there
Had some
Jacket potatoes, chicken wings, and fried
that, lit a fag
Said a prayer and a drag
These days our toasts never do combust so
I burn for the both of us
day, second job
Passing for the world to stop
Shoes are too tight, feet are
and sick but I was faking
When I do go, I am
Always the same mistake
That being not caring
6 days a
I'll my bearings
But to be fair I might have
Might have if you were there
Might have cared if you there
Might have if you were there
Stressed as hell, fatigued as
passion, rotten luck
Work to death, in at the bit
Crazed as and broke as shit
the news, someone died
Saw the mother, eyed
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, afraid of dying, of being
met Paul, a schizophrenic
Shaken limbs, paranoid
Unwashed ten in a row
So almost paraletic
I them that I do the same
In certain moods, on certain
But despite the same ways I could
I could not do much to convince
Back to base, had a
Kids die all week, cause parents beat them
I wish I say I was surpised
The just choose which ones to highlight
Choose which to highlight
Took the DLR, the tube
Read a book, else to do
Read Joe Hick, she the bombings
Wrote a book, a killing
I somewhere that some lost LX
Umpteen injured, 52
In places far away, that shit happens everyday
Now of buses, scared of trains
But got to get to work way
So I play my life you could say
But don't we
Don't we
we all?
Don't we
I got a gig, got booked
Just down the road it got jooked
I get to my joys and sorrows
Not made it yet, tomorrow
I closed my eyes, saw your
around, you were no place
I feel so left out you're not around
I feel so left out when you're not
But you are time and I am
And times are and under strife
Strife's the type of I seem to lead
And time wont you let this easily
Take light, your shadowed passions
I hear you talk, I see actions
What I don't see are 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 have the consitencies of love and war through
I must see you, I must
Did you falter, did you go?
Did you go?
Did you go?