Luyện nghe bài hát No Cigarettes

Think me and you could use a lost weekend
I've been losing all my
I wave empty bottle in your face,
Like I'm it hard
But it's pretend
you know I'm not
I know where to start
I've been before
I and got lost,
Always the end of this pantomime horse

All we seem to do these days is our arms and yell
Other people are
And what's that song you're singing, hurts?
And lies,
Don't wanna remember, too regrets
And no
I'm not a smoker,
But I I was
And the elevator between the floors
Is to me
Don't let him you
Wrack him up and knock him down
You're direction
I won't know I was
The back end of the horse
Is to me

Maestro, a roll please
is the golden age

Staring the corners of the room
nowhere town
When everything I sing is in a key
I to write it down,
Or I won't
Then get it wrong
This the song, I'm thinking
I'm not the
I thought I was
In the solitude before the
Is to me

a drum roll please
This is the age