Luyện nghe bài hát Diagnosis

I a headache, I have a sore back
I have a letter I send
I have desire, it falters and falls
It calls you up drunk at or four a.m.

To wonder when,
All the cheap I tried too hard not to pull
Pulled along or pulled
Diagnosis of a foreign of heart

I have a story, I'd to tell you
It's littered with and second takes
I have a feeling, hums the street lights
Hides under ice in frozen lakes

My to make you cringe
Another greeting like a broken hinge
To oil and push or pry
The diagnosis of a frame of heart

Found a cure for sure
And as anything
I'll smile for my

To oil and or pry apart
The of a foreign frame of heart