Luyện nghe bài hát Pretty Good Year

Tears on the sleeve of a man, don't wanna be a boy
Heard the footman bought himself a bike to race
And Greg he writes and burns his CDs
They say you were something in formative years
Hold nothing as fast as you can

Well, still pretty good
Pretty

Maybe a sandy beach
Is gonna you back, back, back
May not so now off
You're gonna see
Well, let me tell you about America

Pretty year
Pretty

Some are melting now
Some are melting now
Well, it gonna take
my baby's alright
What's it gonna
Till my baby's

And Greg he letters
his birthday pen
Sometimes he's aware they're drawing him in
But Lucy was
Your best agreed

Well, still pretty year
good
Pretty year