Luyện nghe bài hát Grounded

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

He phoned the fallen daughter in the sauna playing bridge
They're up the fun or doing blotters
I know which....which....which
Boys are on these streets

I guess a medical world could you out
To sell the coins that you jayed Thursday-hey
Dine by candlelight, your hold your tight
You never, you know when the bridge falls apart

He spoke of latent causes, sterile gauzes, and morale
trapes around the table talking sentences
so incomplete...plete....plete
Boys are dying on streets