Luyện nghe bài hát Numbers

I'm seventy two in a sixty five
On I-24 in a four drive
Got a ten o'clock on Eighteenth

And there's a thirty chance of rain all week
And the high is gonna be eighty three
They're playing Highway 101 on
An wheeler by my side

Numbers all around, flying by up and
Some as slow as coming
like the speed of sound

And we all what they mean
The highs, the lows, the
Most of mean absolutely nothing
But of them mean everything

I met her at nine fifteen on my buddy's porch
Shooting bottle rockets on fourth
We were both and she was a perfect ten

Then years later 'neath a million stars
In my F-150 on her farm
I slipped a carat diamond on the third finger, of her left hand
And to be her one and only man

all around, flying by up and down
Some as as Christmas coming
like the speed of sound

And we all what they mean
The highs, the lows, the
Most of them absolutely nothing
But some of them everything

John sixteen, the fab four
The yard line, the thirteenth floor
9/11, the dirty
We're all waiting on the second

all around, flying by up and down
Some as as Christmas coming
Some like the of sound

And we all what they mean
The highs, the lows, the
Most of mean absolutely nothing
Oh, most of them mean nothing
But some of them everything
Oh,

I'm seventy two in a sixty five
On in a four wheel drive
Got a ten o'clock on Avenue