Luyện nghe bài hát Expo '86

Sometimes I think this never ends
We slide from top to bottom and we turn and again
And it seems by the time that I have what it's worth
The squeaking of our skin against the steel has worse.

But if I my place in line I'll lose.
And I have waited, the got me glued.

I am for something to go wrong.
I am waiting for resolve.

Sometimes it that I don't have the skills to recollect
The twists and turns of plots that took us from to friends
I'm thinking I should that volume back up off the shelf
And crack it's weary spine and read to help remind

But if I move my in line I'll lose.
And I have waited, the got me glued.

I am waiting for something to
I am waiting for familiar
I am waiting for repeat
Another diet fed by crippling
And I am waiting for that of relief
I am waiting for you to flee the
As if you held in hand the smoking gun
And on the lay the one you said you loved.

And strange
They are the same
So I don't ask anymore.

Sometimes I think this never ends
We slide from top to bottom and we turn and climb
And it seems by the time I have figured what it's worth
The squeaking of our against the steel has gotten worse.

The squeaking of our skin against the steel has gotten worse x2]