Luyện nghe bài hát Guys, Girls, Guitars

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

Suffocating from and smoke
the fifty-first song that he wrote
About the girl who split fifty ago
Oh no, yeah, yeah,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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