Luyện nghe bài hát Good Grief

So, what would you maniacs like to do first?

Watching my fingers
through my fingers

Shut my and count to ten
It goes in one ear out the
One ear out the
Burning bright till the end
Now be missing from the photographs
Missing from the

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

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

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

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

through my fingers
Watching my fingers

Caught off by your favorite song
I'll be at a funeral, dancing 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 gonna be left of the oh

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

You might to excuse me
I've control of all my senses
And you have to excuse me
I've lost 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 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 miss you, I you, I miss you more...)