Luyện nghe bài hát Pop in G

Mic city sons seem to dumb everything
I got a lot of luck
And I'll tell you it's worth now

It's a style
was worthwhile
You're as good as they
But you're a f***ing trial

You and called me up
Do you bother me on
You me feel like I'm half my age
And at least as nervous

You go ah-ha
Sweet
And I'll be to ? ?
Cos I never speak my

a miracle how
No is taken
But I'm full of them
Anytime you feel up to them

You go drink problems still
A in the barroom
You've got left to kill
And I forget it too soon

It's a blooded style
Never was
as good as they come
But such a f***ing trial

You go whistling
caroling
And be there to ? ?
Cos I never my mind
You want me to speak my mind