Luyện nghe bài hát Lately

In the fog
There was tear gas floating the twilight
And he wondered what life would be
With a giant screen TV, a fridge of beer
And a conscience that's

See
She'd thinking about her little tiny baby
And the boy who had gone to me
a good friend of mine
But I can't the place of her man anytime

And it won't be long till coming home

You gotta your soldier home
When all stones have all been thrown
Gotta give, get a to get a look at his kid
And hope he can live whatever he did

Now
He was reading magazines on the front
He was trying not to think her life
And what he have done
'Cause it seemed neither one of them
Were any fun

See
She'd been kinda crazy lately
Oh man, I thought she was hate me
'Cause I watch her little one
I had so much to do, I was so strung

And it won't be till daddy's home

You gotta your soldier home
When all those stones have all been
You give, get a chance to get a look at his kid
And hope he can live whatever he did

And lately, all the escapes me
And lately all the hate just escapes me

So he her
He said, "Darling, I've been feeling so here
Am I making perfectly clear
And I'm on my way back just a more missions
And I getting packed"

You gotta bring your home
When all those stones have all thrown
Gotta give, get a to get a look at his kid
And hope he can live with he did

I was wondering if she heard from him lately
Oh, lately I was if she heard from him lately