Luyện nghe bài hát Saturday as Usual

Virginia is sleeping
The night is older
static on the TV
She's on the sofa
The cats over her

is in the garage
She's got the car in
She rolls it out so
Saturday as usual
It is

And me I'm in my drawing in my notebook
my hand thinks I'm an artist
But my knows I'm a poet
It's just words they so little to me, so little to me, so little to me
So to me, so little to me, so little to me, so little to me

That I can't seem to deal with trust
There is something very with me

Daddy's in the
His hands are dirty
And mom is in the
And her says that I'm thirteen
Another

My brother went to
To become a
And if he studies enough
He'll end up just father
Who his life

And me I'm in the
out my eyelids, 'cause it's hard to be a man
When you are just like a little kid
World's become a little too mean, a too mean, a little too mean
A too mean, a little too mean, a little too mean

And I can't see the point of patient
everyone just wants to get fucked