Luyện nghe bài hát January's Little Joke

All I can is the clucking of tongues
I can see them plucking at of conversations
A drunk uncle's breath and they're my hand
As now into 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 laughs are on me and the arch of my
under the weight of the wisecracks
Stop the clock, I to get off

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

All broke loose
But I knew they had something to
They were turning the
But I glimpsed the very line

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