Luyện nghe bài hát Pressman

By the light of lamp I'll sit to
My on tab at my side
I don't see the sun much these
Fluorescent tan my hide

How much impact shall I have time?
My today is to reach the deadline
I write between the lines, I deal with fantasy, I report the
Give them to me,

Ham and egg salad on bread gives me company on nights like this
Pack of mentholated cigarettes my air nice and thick
When I write, words flow like from a candy box
Get out of my way, got something to say

The pulse is beating louder now, the pulse is beating now
The cramps in my hands grow more with each
Tik, tik, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap on the
My social life is at an end, so it to be

Why don't I trample on your lawn today?
I'll take the skies of blue and 'em [Incomprehensible] skies of gray
I between the lines, I deal with fantasy, I am the pressman
me

Mother told, "Never stay too far from home"
The little lady said, "Boy, you'll never have to be
'Cause you with fountain pen
You create the memory stain, you are the
up straight, boy"