Luyện nghe bài hát No Cigarettes

Think me and you maybe use a lost weekend
I've been losing all my
I wave empty bottle in your face,
I'm hitting it hard
But it's just
you know I'm not
I wouldn't know to start
I've been there
I and got lost,
Always the end of this pantomime horse

All we seem to do these days is wave our and yell
Other are hell
And what's that song singing, everybody hurts?
And lies,
Don't wanna remember, too regrets
And no
I'm not a smoker,
But I I was
And the elevator stuck between the
Is to me
let him forsake you
Wrack him up and knock him again
You're changing
I won't where I was
The end of the pantomime horse
Is to me

Maestro, a roll please
is the golden age

Staring down the of the room
nowhere town
When everything I is in a minor key
I to write it down,
Or I won't
Then I'll get it
isn't the song, I'm thinking
I'm not the
I thought I was
In the before the applause
Is to me

Maestro a roll please
is the golden age