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

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

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

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

Labor Day weekend, 90
A of beer between my knees
A smoke, a sigh, a sideways
not the type to ask me to dance
Not the type to my hand
But he once played in some band
An empty pool, we take a dive
We leave that for a drive

But his hands are like
His eyes are and dull
Months of have really taken their toll
And our tangled tighten
As we're out and in
He leaves before the
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
About the air that hangs
around my apartment
I cool down

Indian summer, how much can I take?
waiting for...
The heat to