Luyện nghe bài hát Proper Chronic Lonely

The bailiff's coming tomorrow morning,
He's to seek possessions that I own,
He's claiming he's me several warnings,
I'm claiming I receive them all.

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

I'm prone to feeling lonesome now gone,
And don't shine 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, they've me a summons,
Oh I'm off to plead not to a judge,
I'm just hoping take pity on my broken heart,
If he chooses not to I won't no grudge.

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

I'm prone to feeling when you're gone,
And stars shine at half their strength,
you realise what's 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 do to ever bring you home,
I'm alone.

I'm to feeling lonesome when you're 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 feels collapsing now you're gone,
I'm proper lonely...