Luyện nghe bài hát Good Grief

So, would you little maniacs like to do first?

Watching through my
Watching my fingers

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

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

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

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

minute and every hour
I miss you, I miss you, I you more!
Every stumble and each
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 clothes you
It's a shame we had to see them burn
we had to see them burn

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

minute and every hour
I miss you, I you, I miss you more
stumble and each 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 to excuse me
I've lost control of all my
So get drunk, me a fool, put me in my place, put me in my place
me up, up off the floor, put me in my place, put me in my place

Every minute and 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 every and every hour

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