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

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

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

All broke loose
But I knew they had to hide
were turning the page
But I glimpsed the last line

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