Luyện nghe bài hát Friday At Five

Got some in my pocket
And it's a hole
Got the boss on my
And it's gettin' old
This week's hell
But I'll it out of my mind
From at five
Sunday at closin' time

Ain't a no clock
Ain't a makin' no
Need a on my arm
And a beer in my
I'm tight as a
But I'm gonna cut and unwind
From Friday at
Till Sunday at closin'

Got pretty little women waitin' on me
To shake up this sleepy old
one job I take seriously
I wouldn't dream of lettin' them

Got a from my ex
And she's for more
I'm with the rent
And the wolf's at the
But that's be
The furthest thing from my
From at five
Sunday at closin' time

Got some pretty women waitin' on me
To up this sleepy old town
That's one job I take
I dream of lettin' them down, ohhh

It might me all week
To get on my feet
But I I'll be alright
From Friday at
Till at closin' time
From at five
Sunday at closin' time
Yeah eee yeah, I'm outta