Luyện nghe bài hát From a Kitchen Table

I hope this finds you
you may be
Cause I mailed some awhile
And they all returned to me

Aint nothin I can tell you bout the
changes, but nothings new
Just Sunday night at the table
Finishin a and thinkin of you

And I work the same job
live with my mom for free
Cause ever the old man passed on
It got harder to leave

Well, I heard a rumor that you got
Though you swore you never would
I guess you finally got own kids now
You ever em bout the old neighborhood?

Like the time we your dads car
Drove all night down Highway
You kept sayin, we should turn around
And I said, It dont much to get away

But I work the same job
Just live my mom for free
Cause ever the old man passed on
It just got harder to

Guess thats all Ive got to tell you
I guess things out how theyre meant to be
I hope that this letter finds you
But until Ill just keep it with me

And I still the same job
live with my mom for free
Cause since the old man passed on
It got harder to leave