Luyện nghe bài hát Popsicles

Indian summer, how more can I take?
I'm begging for the to break
My is parched, my skin is red
Fan blowin' on my face in a bed

Fall is a from when I was young
Backpacks, bonfires, in the sun
and kisses beneath the moon
Sneaking to my bedroom

If I could take back one thing
I'd rewind to the day of spring
You held my hand and it hard
We walked until the got dark
Gave me some new to read
Sayin' I hope you find what you
And just like that the broken-hearted
Just like that my fever

And the grass turned to sand
The sky filled with a
We we wanted freedom
But what we got these dog days
And our lonely hearts are
Sipping a stranger's salty
Begging for a
We'll take we can get

Labor Day weekend, 90
A bottle of beer between my
A smoke, a sigh, a glance
He's not the type to ask me to
Not the to hold my hand
But he played in some famous band
An empty pool, we both a dive
We that party for a drive

But his hands are like
His eyes are and dull
Months of dehydration have taken their toll
And our tangled tighten
As movin' out and in
He leaves the traffic
And I'm burning up

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

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

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