Luyện nghe bài hát Guys, Girls, Guitars

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

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

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

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

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

But there's a weight real heavy
Down there on his
The patented growing colder
The seventh chord keeps getting older

And he knows just as
As microphone stinks
There's a coming through
And he going home alone tonight

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

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