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 remember where I cracked my head
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 steps
But the girl down the hit my sister
On the head with a

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

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

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

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

And the stories that the ceiling
Through the pictures and the grains in the pine wood
And let me outside 'til the sky went red
And I cool my head on the concrete steps

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

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

I pay enough attention
To the good when I got 'em
I pay enough attention
To the good when I got 'em