Luyện nghe bài hát January's Little Joke

All I can hear is the clucking of
I can see them plucking at of conversations
A drunk breath and they're touching my hand
As now turns into then, dream turns dreamt
turns into spent, one turns 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 the weight of the wisecracks
the clock, I want to get off

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

All heaven broke
But I knew they had something to
They were the page
But I glimpsed the very last

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