Luyện nghe bài hát Proper Chronic Lonely

The bailiff's coming tomorrow morning,
He's come to possessions that I own,
He's claiming he's me several warnings,
I'm claiming I didn't receive all.

I've taken my to a mate's house,
And I've hidden my beneath the sink,
And I've written this all in my diary,
It's enough to turn a monk the drink,
I'm alone.

I'm prone to feeling lonesome now gone,
And stars don't shine at half strength,
When you realise wrong.
There's no amount of "sorry"s to bring you home,
I'm alone.

My chest it's collapsing now you're gone,
I'm proper chronic and you realise what's wrong,
nothing I can say to ever bring you home.

The courthouse, issued me a summons,
Oh I'm off to plead not to a judge,
I'm just hoping he'll take on my broken heart,
If he chooses not to I won't no grudge.

I'm now your parents do not like me,
I took their hospitality to the brink,
I'm hearing you're someone in the army,
I'm wishing I was him, than you may think,
I'm alone.

I'm prone to feeling lonesome you're gone,
And stars shine at half their strength,
When you realise wrong.
There's no of "sorry"s to ever bring you home,
I'm alone.

My chest feels collapsing now you're gone,
I'm proper chronic and you realise what's wrong,
There's I can do to ever bring you home,
I'm alone.

I'm prone to feeling when you're gone,
And don't shine at half their strength,
When you realise wrong.
There's no amount of "sorry"s to ever you home,
I'm alone.

My feels it's collapsing now you're gone,
I'm proper lonely...