Luyện nghe bài hát January's Little Joke

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

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

Though I knew argue meant
And I knew what meant
And I knew embarrass meant
I found out what achieve meant

All heaven loose
But I they had something to hide
They turning the page
But I the very last line

Now we raise a to celebrate
As embers fade
But every fire is a hoax
For little joke