Luyện nghe bài hát Good Grief

So, what would you little maniacs to do first?

through my fingers
Watching my fingers

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

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
Picture you so

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!
Every stumble and misfire
I miss you, I miss you, I you more!

through my fingers
Watching through my

Caught off guard by your song
I'll be dancing at a funeral, at a funeral
in the clothes you love
It's such a 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
What's gonna be left of the oh

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

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

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

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