Luyện nghe bài hát Going For The Gold

There's a voice on the
Telling had happened
kind of confusion
More a disaster

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

So a jury was
As more was poured
No need for
not thirsting for justice

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

But I won't be
For the
I'm leaving
On the next

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

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

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

They must return to their
Once the has died
They will drive to the
Stopping for coffee

the folk singers, poets
And convene
Dispensing wisdom
Oh, dear, amateur

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

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

The gold medal
So it around my neck
I am deserving it
The champion of

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

'Cause each note so pure
It cuts into her
And the melody
pouring out her eyes, eyes

Now to me, everything
It sounds like a lie