Luyện nghe bài hát Lost

Picture two thirty on the hottest night in June
He awaits for no reason and his watch by the moon
And his mouth feels as dry as his eyes as he struggles to
and to contemplate 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 machine that, of course, works like a
Catches sight of his in the silver surface sheen
and it's a he knows well, although it should look less abused,
all these moisturisers and the skin products he used
As he moves through the kitchen his homage to steel,
the new pine flooring that's plastic but looks real
Past the plasma with the screen and cinema surround sound
and he stops at his favourite spot by the window and down
On the lit street at the edge of the private car park
where his TT is waiting safely in the dark (safely in the dark)
Keeping it all of you (inside of you)
Something have to give
And if you could, you'll it back
But you lose way in the way you live
Now he can hear windchimes tinkling out on the
and his phone beeping out a text message in the key
He checks it and it's Jill who to be his secretary
before they started an and things began to get really scary
Now his wife Mary's wary of his lies
she's read the whole sordid story in his eyes
It doesn't that Jill's now saying that she's two weeks late,
His mental is really starting to deteriorate
He knew how he got so out of his depth
or why he's broken than all these promises kept
And it's been ages he's slept properly
His now broken by these dreams of extra marital activity
Trying to recapture the he used to get
from his possessions and endless retail therapy sessions
have listened to what his dad said before he died
"The best things in life are the you can't buy, son"
Keeping it all of you (inside of you)
Something will have to
Wish you could buy a ticket back (a back)
But you lose way in the way you live
He used to feel so safe up here in his shrine to
Away the shouts and the louts, and the girls with the overpainted pouts
And the queers and the dykes and the kids in their box-fresh
delivering rocks to the house across the street on mountain bikes
He used to feel so safe up here in his shrine to
Away from the shouts and the louts, and the with the overpainted pouts
And the queers and the dykes and the kids in their Nike's
delivering rocks to the house across the street on rusty mountain