Luyện nghe bài hát Popsicles

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

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

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

And the green grass to sand
The sky with a haze
We we wanted freedom
But what we got were these dog
And our hearts are lazy
a stranger's salty kiss
Begging for a
We'll take we can get

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

But his hands are sandpaper
His are dark and dull
of dehydration have really taken their toll
And our tangled torsos
As movin' out and in
He leaves before the
And I'm up again

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

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

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