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 in his tooth, oh no, yeah, yeah, yeah

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

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

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

But its only a 2 AM
With a bridge from "My aim is true"
From the set list drink to the practice
Oh yeah, yeah,

But there's a weight sitting heavy
there on his shoulder
The patented moves growing
The seventh chord just keeps older

And he knows just as
As this stinks
There's a coming through
And he ain't home alone tonight

And there's a weight sitting real
Down there on his
The seventh chord keeps getting older
Is it me or is the room getting

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