Luyện nghe bài hát Guys, Girls, Guitars

There's a guy singing in the edge of the
Making sounds through a like a prune
He's got them checkered pants
And a chip in his tooth, oh no, yeah, yeah,

Suffocating patchouli and smoke
Here's the fifty-first song he wrote
About the girl who split weeks ago
Oh no, yeah, yeah,

And there's a weight sitting real
Down on his shoulder
The patented moves colder
The seventh chord just getting older

Oh, my soul, just hit me if I get on a
But this all so good
In the bedroom cold oh yeah, yeah,

But its a 2 AM tune
With a lifted from "My aim is true"
From the set drink to the practice room
Oh yeah, yeah,

But there's a sitting real heavy
Down there on his
The patented moves colder
The seventh chord just keeps older

And he knows as sure
As this stinks
There's a change through
And he ain't going home alone

And a weight sitting real heavy
there on his shoulder
The seventh chord just keeps older
Is it me or is the getting colder

Oh, going down, but don't it sound sweet
Feel the dust up at our feet
The seventh chord just keeps getting