Luyện nghe bài hát Guys, Girls, Guitars

There's a guy in the edge of the room
Making sounds a face 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 that he
About the girl who split fifty ago
Oh no, yeah, yeah,

And a weight sitting real heavy
there on his shoulder
The patented moves colder
The chord just keeps getting older

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

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

But there's a weight sitting heavy
Down there on his
The moves growing colder
The seventh just keeps getting older

And he knows as sure
As microphone stinks
a change coming through
And he ain't home alone tonight

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

Oh, we're going down, but it sound sweet
Feel the dust up at our feet
The seventh just keeps getting older