Luyện nghe bài hát Good Grief

So, what would you maniacs like to do first?

Watching my fingers
Watching through my

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 thoughts you're far and you are whistling 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
gonna be left of the world oh

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

Watching through my
through my fingers

Caught off guard by your favorite
I'll be dancing at a funeral, at a funeral
in the clothes you love
It's such a shame we had to see them
we had to see them 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 miss you, I you more
Every and each misfire
I miss you, I miss you, I you more

You have to excuse me
I've lost of all my senses
And you have to excuse me
I've lost control of all my
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

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

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