Luyện nghe bài hát Lost

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

He finds his slippers where he left them the chair
the two cups and an old copy of Marie Claire
And he switches on the machine
of course works like a dream
Catches sight of his reflection in the silver surface

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

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

Keepin' it all of you
Somethin' will to give
And if you could youll it back
But you lose way in the way you live

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

Now his wife Mary is gettin' of his lies
Like shes read the whole story in his eyes
It doesnt help that Jills now sayin' 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 than all these promises kept
And its been ages since he properly
His sleeps now broken by dreams of extra-marital activity

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

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

He used to feel so safe up here in his to Ikea
Away the shouts and the louts and the girls
With the painted pouts
And the queers and the dykes and the kids in box fresh Nikes
Deliverin' rocks to the house across the
On rusty mountain

He to feel so safe up here in his shrine to Ikea
Away from the and the louts and the girls
With the over painted
And the and the dykes and the kids in their box fresh Nikes
Deliverin' rocks to the across the street
On rusty bikes