Luyện nghe bài hát FFT

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

the smell of cigar smoke
And I who it is
Ideas are dumb, the are shut
The are his

My buddy Al drove off a
And ran into a
He licks his wounds and
How the tooth drove him to

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

My sister is a
And my mother is a
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