Luyện nghe bài hát My Alcoholic Friends

Im counting
The number of the
It for me to get
Back on the of the weekend

Ill use the timer to prove
I'll get home with my imagination
If they find the in the basement
In the house that she was raised in

Im down
The number of the
So we get the sign
From God, Ill be the first to them

Im back the number of the beast
'Cause six is not a pretty
Eight or three are definitely
A is for the on the letter

To my friends

Im hard
Not to be
Not to the name
Of who is waking up me

Or the
The season or the
But at least the ceilings pretty
And if you are it against me

Ill be on my best
Taking shots for nature
Once my fist is in the
Love is never falling

(One, two, three, four)
Should I choose a noble
If I did, Id only up late
And sick, and would stare at me with hatred
Plus my only natural wasted

On my friends
My alcoholic
The party ends
My friends