Luyện nghe bài hát Proper Chronic Lonely

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

taken my television to a mate's house,
And I've hidden my guitar the sink,
And I've written all down in my diary,
enough to turn a monk onto the drink,
I'm alone.

I'm prone to lonesome now you're gone,
And stars don't at half their strength,
you realise what's 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,
nothing I can say to ever bring you home.

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

I'm guessing now parents do not like me,
Well I their hospitality to the brink,
I'm hearing seeing someone in the army,
I'm wishing I was him, more you may think,
I'm alone.

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

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

I'm prone to feeling lonesome when 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...