Luyện nghe bài hát No Cigarettes

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

All we to do these days is wave our arms and yell
Other are hell
And that song you're 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 between the floors
Is to me
let him forsake you
Wrack him up and him down again
You're direction
I won't where I was
The back end of the horse
Is to me

Maestro, a drum roll
is the golden age

Staring down the of the room
Another nowhere
everything I sing 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 drum please
This is the age