Luyện nghe bài hát Good Grief

So, what would you little maniacs like to do

Watching through my
through my fingers

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

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

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

What's 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 miss you, I you more!
Every stumble and each
I miss you, I you, I miss you more!

Watching my fingers
through my fingers

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

What's gonna be of the world if you're not in it
What's be left 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 you, I miss you more

You might have to me
lost 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 minute and every
I miss you, I you, I miss you more
Every stumble and each
I you, I miss you, I miss you more
through my fingers, watching through my fingers
Cause every and every hour

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