Luyện nghe bài hát Lost

Picture this, 2:30 on the night in June
He awakes for no reason and checks his watch by the
And his feels as dry as his eyes as he struggles to rise
And stops to contemplate his wifes as he does up his flies

He his slippers where he left them under the chair
Behind the two cups and an old copy of Marie
And he on the coffee machine
That of works like a dream
sight of his reflection in the silver surface sheen

And it's a face he knows well it should look less abused
With all these moisturizers and the skin products hes
As he moves the kitchen, his homage to brushed steel
Across the new pine floorin' thats but looks real

Past the plasma with the wide
And the cinema sound
And he stops on his favorite by the window and looks down
On the lit street at the edge of the private car park
Where his Audi TT is waitin' in the dark

it all inside of you
Somethin' have to give
And if you could take it back
But you lose your way in the way you

Now he can hear wind tinklin' out on the balcony
And his phone beepin' out a text in the same key
He checks it and its Jill who used to be his
Before they an affair and things began to get really scary

Now his Mary is gettin' weary of his lies
Like shes read the whole sordid in his eyes
It doesnt that Jills now sayin' that shes two weeks late
His state is really startin' to deteriorate

He never knew how he got so out of his
Or why hes broken more all these promises kept
And its ages since he slept properly
His sleeps now by these dreams of extra-marital activity

Tryin' to recapture the he used to get
From his material possessions and endless retail sessions
Shoulda to what his dad said before he died
The best things in life are the you cant buy, son

Keepin' it all of you
Somethin' will to give
Wish you buy a ticket back
But you lose your way in the way you

He used to feel so safe up here in his shrine to
Away the shouts and the louts and the girls
the over painted pouts
And the queers and the and the kids in their box fresh Nikes
Deliverin' rocks to the house the street
On rusty bikes

He used to feel so safe up here in his shrine to
from the shouts and the louts and the girls
With the painted pouts
And the queers and the and the kids in their box fresh Nikes
rocks to the house across the street
On rusty mountain