Luyện nghe bài hát January's Little Joke

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

And in the blue crouches a mediocre 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 argue meant
And I knew punish meant
And I what embarrass meant
I never found out what meant

All broke 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 embers fade
But every fire is just a
For January's little