Luyện nghe bài hát Guys, Girls, Guitars

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

Suffocating from patchouli and
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
Down on his shoulder
The patented moves colder
The seventh chord keeps getting older

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

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

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

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

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

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