Luyện nghe bài hát From a Kitchen Table

I hope this letter 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 kitchen
a beer and thinkin of you

And I still work the job
Just live my mom for free
Cause ever since the old man on
It got harder to leave

Well, I a rumor that you got married
Though you that you never would
I guess you finally got your own now
You ever tell em bout the old

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

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

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

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