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 and they're touching my hand
As now turns then, dream turns into dreamt
turns into spent, one turns into one too many
(Say when)

And in the blue corner crouches a 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 what argue
And I knew what meant
And I knew what embarrass
I found out what achieve meant

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

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