Luyện nghe bài hát Grounded

Doctor's leaving for the holiday
Got crystal ice picks no for the gab
And in the parking lot, is the sedan he
He never, he never complains when hot

He phoned the fallen daughter in the sauna playing contract
They're soaking up the fun or doing
I know which....which....which
Boys are dying on streets

I guess a medical world knock you out
To sell the coins that you jayed last
by candlelight, your hold your savings tight
You never, you never know when the falls apart

He spoke of latent causes, gauzes, and bedside morale
They trapes around the talking sentences
so incomplete...plete....plete
Boys are on these streets