Luyện nghe bài hát Going For The Gold

There's a voice on the
Telling what had
Some of confusion
More like a

And it how
You were left
But you had no
No, the covered you

So a jury was
As liquor was poured
No need for
They're not for justice

But I slept with the
I keep my head
I found out I was
I out I was guilty

But I be around
For the
'Cause I'm
On the next

And I know my actions
Are to justify
They adequate
To fill up my

But if I talk to myself
Like I was someone
Well then maybe I could your advice, advice
And I wouldn't act like such an asshole all the

There's a on the wall
Makes the people small
Who are sitting it
All in the drama

They must to their lives
the hero has died
They drive to the office
Stopping somewhere for

the folk singers, poets
And playwrights
their wisdom
Oh, dear, orators

They will detail their
In standard refrain
They recite their sadness
Like it's kind of contest

Well, if it is
I think I am it
All beaming with
As I my final lap

The gold gleams
So it around my neck
I am deserving it
The of idiots

But a kid his Walkman
On long bus ride to Omaha
I know a who cries
When she practices

each note sounds so pure
It just into her
And the melody
Comes pouring out her eyes,

Now to me, everything
It sounds like a lie