Luyện nghe bài hát I Know Where The Summer Goes

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

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

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

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

Where the boy who records
Out of messages
And flowering cherries rain on kids you

twice at the kid with the crimped
And hair, they ran a book on his looks
on was the noble pose
And the hard riff of the Irish Troubadour

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