Luyện nghe bài hát Popsicles

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

Fall is a daydream from when I was
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 until the got dark
Gave me some new book to
I hope you find what you need
And just like we're the broken-hearted
like that my fever started

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

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

But his are like sandpaper
His are dark and dull
Months of have really taken their toll
And our torsos tighten
As movin' out and in
He leaves the traffic
And I'm burning up

And I'm angry 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' my apartment
I can't down

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