Luyện nghe bài hát I Know Where The Summer Goes

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

I where the summer goes
If you're a pot and your head is hot
Put your head down, put your 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
got my mobile phone, it's full of silicon chips
No one likes a smart
But I've seen a pattern emerge, I race you up the hill

the boy who made records
Out of postcard
And flowering cherries on kids like 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 from
To the hearts
lassies in the lavies of the club tonight