Luyện nghe bài hát Lost

Picture this: two on the hottest night in June
He awaits for no reason and checks his watch by the
And his mouth feels as dry as his as he struggles to rise
and stops to his [wife's?] eyes as he does up his flies
He finds his slippers where he left them under the
the two cups and an old copy of Marie Claire
And he switches on the coffee that, of course, works like a dream
Catches sight of his reflection in the silver sheen
and it's a face he knows well, although it should less abused,
with all these moisturisers and the skin products he
As he moves the kitchen his homage to brush steel,
across the new pine flooring that's plastic but real
the plasma with the wide screen and cinema surround sound
and he at his favourite spot by the window and looks down
On the lit street at the edge of the private car park
where his Audi TT is waiting safely in the (safely in the dark)
Keeping it all of you (inside of you)
Something will have to
And if you could, you'll take it
But you lose way in the way you live
Now he can hear windchimes tinkling out on the
and his phone out a text message in the same key
He checks it and Jill who used to be his secretary
before they started an and things began to get really scary
Now his wife Mary's getting of his lies
like she's read the whole story in his eyes
It doesn't help that Jill's now that she's two weeks late,
His mental state is starting to deteriorate
He never knew how he got so out of his
or why he's broken more than all these kept
And it's been ages since he's properly
His sleep's now broken by these dreams of marital activity
Trying to the rapture he used to get
his material possessions and endless retail therapy sessions
Should listened to what his dad said before he died
"The best things in life are the ones you buy, son"
Keeping it all of you (inside of you)
Something have to give
Wish you buy a ticket back (a ticket back)
But you your way in the way you live
He to feel so safe up here in his shrine to Ikea
Away from the shouts and the louts, and the with the overpainted pouts
And the queers and the dykes and the in their box-fresh Nike's
delivering rocks to the house across the on rusty mountain bikes
He used to feel so safe up here in his to Ikea
Away from the shouts and the louts, and the girls with the overpainted
And the queers and the dykes and the kids in box-fresh Nike's
delivering rocks to the house across the street on rusty bikes