Luyện nghe bài hát I Know Where The Summer Goes

I know where the summer
When you're having no fun when under the thumb
I how the summer dwells
When your underarm smells and your looks like hell

I know where the goes
If scraping a pot and your head is hot
Put your head down, put your thumbs up,
With the smell of hot desk and the glitter of your

He was right, he was
He's the of the city
No one the city councilors

I know, you can me again
got my mobile phone, it's full of silicon chips
No one a smart arse
But I've seen a pattern emerge, I will race you up the

Where the boy who records
Out of postcard
And flowering cherries on kids like you

twice at the kid with the crimped
And overheated hair, they ran a book on his
Odds on was the pose
And the denim hard riff of the Troubadour

But the boy came from
To the hearts
From lassies in the lavies of the club