Luyện nghe bài hát Pressman

By the light of lamp I'll sit to
My on tab at my side
I see the sun much these days
tan covers my hide

How much impact shall I have this
My today is to reach the deadline
I between the lines, I deal with fantasy, I report the facts
them to me, please

Ham and egg salad on white bread gives me company on nights like
Pack of cigarettes keeps my air nice and thick
When I write, words flow like coins a candy box
Get out of my way, I've got to say

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

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

Mother always told, "Never stay too far home"
The little lady said, "Boy, never have to be alone
'Cause you build with pen
You create the stain, you are the pressman
up straight, boy"