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 where I cracked my head
In the vacant lot, there's a row of tiny there now

And we used to light fires in the
And I cool my head on the concrete steps
But the girl the street hit my sister
On the with a stick

And we hid behind my
As he on the parents' door
To tell the them she did
But the were drunk
So really didn't give a shit

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

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

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

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

And you never really see the top from the bottom
But I pay enough attention
To the good things I got 'em
And you never really see the top from the bottom

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

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