Luyện nghe bài hát Going For The Gold

There's a on the phone
Telling had happened
Some kind of
More a disaster

And it how
You left unaffected
But you had no
No, the chemicals you

So a jury was
As more was poured
No for conviction
They're not for justice

But I slept the lies
I keep inside my
I found out I was
I out I was guilty

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

And I that my actions
Are impossible to
They seem
To fill up my

But if I could to myself
Like I was else
Well then maybe I could take your advice,
And I act like such an asshole all the time

There's a film on the
Makes the look small
Who are sitting it
All consumed in the

must return to their lives
Once the has died
They will to the office
Stopping somewhere for

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

They will their pain
In some standard
They will recite sadness
Like it's some kind of

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

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

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

'Cause each note so pure
It just cuts her
And then the
pouring out her eyes, eyes

Now to me, else
It just sounds a lie