Luyện nghe bài hát Photograph

Look at photograph
time I do it makes me laugh
How did our eyes get so
And what the hell is on head?

is where I grew up
I think the present fixed it up
I never we ever went without
The second floor is for sneakin' out

And this is where I to school
Most of the I had better things to do
Criminal says I broke in twice
I must of it half a dozen times

I wonder if too late
I go back and try to graduate?
Lot's better now than it was back
If I was them, I let me in
Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa, God, I

Every memory of lookin' out the door
I the photo album spread out on my bedroom floor
hard to say it
to say it
Good bye, bye
Every memory of walkin' out the door
I found the photo of the that I was lookin' for
hard to say it
to say it
Good bye, good bye, bye

the old arcade?
Blew every dollar that we ever
The cops hated us out
said somebody went and burnt it down

We use to to the radio
And sing along every song we know
We said someday we'd find out how it
To sing to more than a steering wheel

Kim's the first I kissed
I was so nervous that I nearly
She's had a couple of kids then
I haven't seen her since God when
Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa, God, I

I miss town
I their faces
You can't
You replace it
I it now
I believe it
So hard to
Too hard to it

If I could relive those
I know the one that would never change

Look at this
Every time I do it me laugh
Every time I do it me