Luyện nghe bài hát Going For The Gold

There's a on the phone
Telling what had
kind of confusion
More like a

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

So a was formed
As liquor was poured
No for conviction
not thirsting for justice

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

But I won't be
For the
'Cause I'm
On the airplane

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

But if I talk to myself
Like I was someone
Well then maybe I could your advice, 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

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

Where the folk singers,
And convene
Dispensing their
Oh, dear, amateur

They will detail pain
In some refrain
They will recite sadness
Like some kind of contest

Well, if it is
I I am winning it
All beaming confidence
As I make my lap

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

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

'Cause note sounds so pure
It just cuts her
And then the
Comes out her eyes, eyes

Now to me, everything
It sounds like a lie