Luyện nghe bài hát I Know Where The Summer Goes

I where the summer goes
When you're having no fun you're under 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 head down, put your up, girl
With the smell of hot and the glitter of your step

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

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

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

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

But the boy came from
To steal the
From lassies in the lavies of the tonight