Luyện nghe bài hát R.I.P

This all started the way things do a laugh and a cup of tea
Around the fire as we sheltered from wicked winds in front
Of old TV and we traded ideas as we watched each other
With those ambitious bright those eyes that saw
Every detail of the world so

And we bided our time impatiently until the
Really and the softest sweetest kisses
Were lost amidst the thunder in our

We watched the people us getting up, getting on, getting old
But the game we were to play so well, we'd get to stay young forever
To begin with just smiled and stepped around our little fire
But remember how pretty that all began to change

But now bitter in great city all the little children should go home
Because the big men want to deals, when they find
You've got they want, the party's gone, the party's done
The party's children, you'd better go home

Funny how all come running if you let your pockets jangle a little
And there's that strange queasy feeling, every someone holds
A door open for you, sweetness, such kindness
While they maneuver you into and we all know
How hard it is to bite the hand that you

all those old films we used to watch every Friday night on TV
However you run, however slow the Mummy walks it always catches
You in the end, the gone, the party's done, the party's over
Children, you'd go home

ain't no place anymore for little girls or little boys
Not you want them to spoon-feed you all your life
The party's gone, the party's done, the party's over
This dream is gone, this dream is dead, this dream is
Children better go home