Luyện nghe bài hát January's Little Joke

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

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

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

All heaven loose
But I knew they had something to
They were turning the
But I glimpsed the last line

Now we raise a toast to
As December's embers
But every fire is just a
For January's joke