Luyện nghe bài hát Guys, Girls, Guitars

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

from patchouli and smoke
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 heavy
there 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 this all 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 sitting real
there on his shoulder
The patented growing 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 tonight

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

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