Luyện nghe bài hát Good Grief

So, what would you little maniacs to do first?

through my fingers
Watching through my

my eyes and count to ten
It in one ear out the other
One ear out the
Burning bright till the end
Now be missing from the photographs
Missing the photographs

through my fingers...
Watching my fingers...

In my thoughts far away and you are whistling a melody
Whistling a
Crystallizing clear as day, oh I can picture you so
you so easily

What's gonna be of the world if you're not in it
gonna be left of the world oh

Every minute and every
I miss you, I you, I miss you more!
Every and each misfire
I miss you, I you, I miss you more!

through my fingers
Watching my fingers

off guard by your favorite song
I'll be dancing at a funeral, at a funeral
Sleeping in the you love
It's such a shame we had to see burn
Shame we had to see burn

gonna be left of the world if you're not in it
What's gonna be of the world oh

Every and every hour
I miss you, I you, I miss you more
Every stumble and misfire
I miss you, I miss you, I miss you

You might to excuse me
I've lost control of all my
And you might have to me
lost control of all my words
So get drunk, call me a fool, put me in my place, put me in my
me up, up off the floor, put me in my place, put me in my place

Every and every hour
I miss you, I miss you, I you more
stumble and each misfire
I miss you, I you, I miss you more
through my fingers, watching through my fingers
Cause every minute and hour

(I miss you, I miss you, I you more...)