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 faces got dragged around
All of places
Closed my eyes, smelled hair
Looked around but your 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 so much
I burn for the of us though
Second day, job
Passing forth for the world to
Shoes are too tight, feet are
Cold and sick but I was
When I do go, I am
make the same mistake
That mistake being not
6 days a
find my bearings
But to be I might have cared
Might have cared if you were
Might have cared if you there
Might cared if you were there
as hell, fatigued as fuck
Putrid passion, rotten
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 wall of
I God, no one I know
I to work for the NHS
Mental health, depressed
Met Joanne,
Scared of living, of dying, terrified of being
met Paul, a schizophrenic
Shaken limbs, paranoid
Unwashed ten in a row
So afraid almost
I them that I do the same
In certain moods, on days
But the same ways I could think
I could not do much to them
Back to base, had a
Kids die all week, cause their parents beat
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 survived the
a book, made a killing
I read somewhere that some LX
injured, 52 dead
In some 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 myself
Just the road when it got jooked
I get to sing my and sorrows
Not made it yet, maybe
I closed my eyes, saw face
Looked around, you were no
I feel so left out when you're not
I feel so left out you're not around
But you are time and I am
And are tiring and under strife
the type of life I seem to lead
And time wont you let wound easily
Take your light, your 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 that I saw, on the
My war
Were you wearing that Paisley I
Were you hatred, were you
You this 'cause you must
That men the consitencies of love and war through history
I must see you, I must
Did you falter, did you go?
Did you go?
Did you go?