Luyện nghe bài hát Obscurity Knocks

Always at the
Of the
me there
Snug as a
In a mugshot
A foul mouthed

Owner of this
And not much
Still days
I'm better
To get my rewards

I'll pound out a
And very
have too much to say
And a dead stupid

Though I to be learning
I feel a veteran
Of 'Oh, I like your
But I hate your

Calendars
I'm knee deep in
I've turned one, I've twist
I'm and wrong again

shoulders
With the sheets two
Looking at my
And I'm half caring

In the lap of
It to mind
Is headboard hard?
Am I a lap

But to doom
In a sock stenched
All by
Is the kind of
I never
Lots of would cry
Though none spring to

Though I to be learning
I feel a veteran
Of 'Oh, I like poetry
But I your poems'

Calendars
I'm knee in numbers
I've turned one, I've twist
I'm bust and wrong

what it's like
To at the sight
Of the quarter of life?
Ever to think
And out
was there?

They to see such fun
I'm playing man's bluff
All by
And chanting
A line from a nursery
'Ba ba eyes
you any idea?"

Years of
I must be a
Of 'Oh, I like your
But I hate your

And the calendar's
With days are numbered
turned twenty one, I've twist
I'm bust and wrong

to be learning, twist
I'm bust and wrong
Feel like a veteran,
I'm bust and again

Calendar's
days that are numbered
And I know it's like
To sigh at the
Of the first quarter of