Luyện nghe bài hát Good Grief

So, would you little maniacs like to do first?

Watching my fingers
through my fingers

Shut my and count to ten
It in one ear out the other
One ear out the
Burning right till the end
Now you'll be missing the photographs
Missing the photographs

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

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

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

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

through my fingers
Watching through my

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

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 miss you, I miss you
stumble and each misfire
I you, I miss you, I miss you more

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

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

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