Luyện nghe bài hát Good Grief

So, what would you little maniacs like to do

Watching through my
Watching through my

Shut my eyes and to ten
It goes in one ear out the
One ear out the
bright right till the end
Now you'll be from the photographs
from the photographs

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

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

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

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

Watching my fingers
Watching my fingers

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

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

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

You might have to me
I've control of all my senses
And you might have to me
I've 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 you, I miss you, I miss you more
Every and each misfire
I miss you, I miss you, I you more
through my fingers, watching through my fingers
Cause minute and every hour

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