Luyện nghe bài hát Five O' Clock World

Up every mornin' just to a job
I fight my way through the busslin' mob
Sounds of the city poundin' in my
another day goes down the drain

But it's a five o'clock world the whistle blows
No one a piece of my time
And there's a o'clock me inside my clothes
that the world looks fine, yeah
Holiday,

Tradin' my for the pay I get
Livin' on money I ain't made yet
Gotta goin', gotta make my way
But I for the end of the day

And it's a five world when the whistle blows
No one owns a of my time
And there's a haired hippie girl who waits, I know
To ease my troubled mind,
Holiday,

In the shelter of her arms everything's
She talks and the world slippin' away
And I know the I can still go on
every other reason is gone

In my five o'clock she waits for me
else matters at all
'Cause every my baby smiles at me
I know it's all worthwhile, yeah
Holiday, yeah, holiday,