Luyện nghe bài hát January's Little Joke

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

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

Though I knew what meant
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 turning the page
But I glimpsed the last line

Now we raise a toast to
As embers fade
But every is just a hoax
For little joke