Luyện nghe bài hát I Know Where The Summer Goes

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

I know where the summer
If you're scraping a pot and your is hot
Put your head down, put your up, girl
With the of hot desk and the glitter of your step

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

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

the boy who made records
Out of postcard
And flowering cherries rain on kids you

Look twice at the kid with the
And overheated hair, ran a book on his looks
Odds on was the noble
And the denim hard riff of the Troubadour

But the boy came nowhere
To steal the
From lassies in the lavies of the club