Luyện nghe bài hát Guys, Girls, Guitars

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

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

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

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 room
Oh yeah, yeah,

But there's a weight real heavy
there on his shoulder
The patented moves colder
The seventh chord just keeps getting

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

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

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