Luyện nghe bài hát Pity You

Pity you, telling me you've got a problem
A nervous sort of contraction, a kind of reaction
You get no satisfaction

Here's to you, I know you got a problem
A nasty kind of reflection, a dangerous of destruction
makes it difficult, makes it hard to reach
Takes it all away from what you had in mind, yeah, yeah,

to you, I know you really got a problem (problem)
A nervous kind of (distraction), a mindless sort of reaction (reaction)
A sort of contraction (contraction), you never get no satisfaction (satisfaction)

But there's big fat point that you seem to be missing
And driving you to destruction
But it seem to stop you in the least
Or this obsession got you going on back

Week after (week after week), day after day (day after day), hour after hour (hour after hour)
From where you came for more of the same, yeah,