Luyện nghe bài hát No.54

I the train into just past yours
So I can walk the same way to my thoughts
I heard you text and I heard you go
I use my cos I know your sort
The bus was late and then so were
I guess let them off cos they're just my mates

And yet, you tell me a times
To "shut up moaning"
To "enjoy the ride"
We are, from the estates
And who actually
you've got your mates

Walk home from the night before
all alone and your heads right sore
You're past for 24 hours
I'll nip in to buy some more cherry
I tell myself, "I'll do it again"
But I know I'll seem the though next weekend

And yet, you tell me a times
To "shut up moaning"
To "enjoy the ride"
We are, from the rough
And who cares
When got your mates

You spend the night on the fruit
Emptying your coat pockets and your
what you got and you can gamble it all
I'm fine to stay out you afterall
And yes, you can stay out
but you know full well you'll get in a state
And sitting in the where you're at
You take advice from the in the booky hat