Luyện nghe bài hát I Know Where The Summer Goes

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

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

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

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

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

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