Luyện nghe bài hát Popsicles

Indian summer, how much more can I
I'm begging for the heat to
My throat is parched, my is red
Fan on my face in a sweat-soaked bed

is a daydream from when I was young
Backpacks, bonfires, in the sun
Crickets and kisses beneath the
upstairs to my bedroom

If I could back just one thing
I'd rewind to the last day of
You held my and squeezed it hard
We walked the streets got dark
Gave me some new book to
Sayin' I hope you find you need
And just like we're the broken-hearted
Just like that my fever

And the green turned to sand
The sky filled a haze
We we wanted freedom
But what we got were these dog
And our lonely are lazy
Sipping a stranger's kiss
for a body
We'll anything we can get

Day weekend, 90 degrees
A bottle of between my knees
A smoke, a sigh, a sideways
He's not the to ask me to dance
Not the type to hold my
But he once played in some band
An empty pool, we take a dive
We that party for a drive

But his are like sandpaper
His eyes are dark and
Months of dehydration have really taken toll
And our tangled tighten
As we're out and in
He before the traffic
And I'm up again

And I'm when he leaves me
I love, they me not
Popsicle to my
I'm so hot

And I'm forever
the air that hangs around
Waftin' around my
I can't cool

Indian summer, how much more can I
Just for...
The to break