Luyện nghe bài hát FFT

Sitting in my
The thoughts are through my head
inside my brain is tart
The on my bed

Smell the smell of cigar
And I who it is
Ideas are dumb, the doors are
The are his

My buddy Al drove off a
And ran a nail
He licks his and wonders
How the drove him to fail

He to park his car
Downtown on Avenue
Sometimes her are green
And other times I think they're

My sister is a
And my is a chore
My brother is a
For the C.O. music

I this guy who was so lazy
And he was so
He all day and lost his job
And now he is a bum