Luyện nghe bài hát Perfect Timing

Here I am again, perfect
The strings are ringing and the words are
I used to hate the in me but only in the morning
Now I him all day long

Out on the
I hear the
that low and lonesome whistle you know from longing
and through those naked trees got the windows orange
taking over that shoulder racing by

I might known before
If I've got old before
I thought I got too cool to give a
Do you see in dreams at night to spend the afterlife
to live the last one down

Here I am again, perfect
The are ringing and the words are rhyming
I to hate the fool in me but only in the morning
now I tolerate him all day