Luyện nghe bài hát I Know Where The Summer Goes

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

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

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

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

Where the boy who made
Out of messages
And flowering cherries on kids like you

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

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