Luyện nghe bài hát Popsicles

Indian summer, how much can I take?
I'm for the heat to break
My throat is parched, my is red
Fan blowin' on my in a sweat-soaked bed

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

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

And the green grass turned to
The sky filled a haze
We thought we freedom
But we got were these dog days
And our hearts are lazy
Sipping a stranger's kiss
Begging for a
We'll anything we can get

Day weekend, 90 degrees
A bottle of beer my knees
A smoke, a sigh, a sideways
not the type 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 are dark and dull
Months of dehydration have really taken their
And our tangled tighten
As movin' out and in
He leaves the traffic
And I'm burning up

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

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

Indian summer, how more can I take?
waiting for...
The to break