Luyện nghe bài hát Pop in G

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

a cold-blooded style
Never was
as good as they come
But you're such a f***ing

You went and me up
Do you bother me on
You make me like I'm half my age
And at twice as nervous

You go ah-ha
Sweet
And I'll be to ? ?
Cos I speak my mind

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

You go drink problems still
A in the barroom
You've got feelings to kill
And I won't forget it too

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

You go whistling
Sweet
And I'll be to ? ?
Cos I never my mind
You don't me to speak my mind