Luyện nghe bài hát January's Little Joke

All I can hear is the of tongues
I can see them plucking at of conversations
A drunk uncle's breath and they're my hand
As now turns into then, turns into dreamt
Spend turns spent, one turns into one too many
(Say when)

And in the blue corner crouches a mediocre
The laughs are on me and the arch of my
Cracks the weight of the wisecracks
the clock, I want to get off

Though I what argue meant
And I knew what meant
And I knew what meant
I never found out what meant

All broke loose
But I knew had something to hide
They turning the page
But I the very last line

Now we a toast to celebrate
As December's fade
But every fire is a hoax
For little joke