Luyện nghe bài hát Middle Of The Hill

When I was a kid I grew up in a house on a
Not the top, not the bottom, but the
And I still remember where I cracked my
In the vacant lot, a row of tiny houses there now

And we used to light in the gutters
And I could cool my head on the concrete
But the down the street hit my sister
On the with a stick

And we hid my father
As he knocked on the parents'
To the them what she did
But the were drunk
So they really give a shit

And the girl down the street a dog couldn't bark
'Cause a man with an axe cut its out
But my older sister told me it prob'ly wasn't true
And I believe what she said she took me by the hand

One when a coupla men drove down the hill in a white van
there was a phone box filled with money 'round the corner
And I woulda gone but she took me by the hand
To the in the middle of the hill
In the middle of the hill, in the of the hill

And my mother knew the words to a lot of songs
And we'd always sing the harmonies, yeah, we'd along
She had cold, hands when the fever hit
And then the noises that the made
Sounded like people in my

And the stories the ceiling told
Through the pictures and the in the pine wood boards
And let me stay 'til the sky went red
And I could cool my on the concrete steps

And you could never really see the top the bottom
But I don't pay attention
To the things when I got 'em
And you never really see the top from the bottom

I don't pay enough
To the things when I got 'em
I pay enough attention
To the good when I got 'em

I don't pay attention
To the things when I got 'em
I don't pay enough
To the good things I got 'em