Luyện nghe bài hát Some Friends

You've got a funny way of coming clean- or are you just coming
You tuck the to-do lists between the book ends and in the books look good on the bus.
Mistake my wince for a while you choke on a bitten tongue.

not so funny when you're mean to me.
Your black flags fade to gray- the blues
we grow old to know we died young.

Nothing lasts.
It's a dystopian, sick world and everything is falling apart.
But don't it feel like we're coming together when we the goods and push the shopping carts out?
We'd smoke in your bedroom, where the laughter is not contagious.
I know that you wish you were sick, but there are so many of being more disappointing..

You're not so funny when you're to me.
black flags fade to gray, you looked dead in your leather anyway.
Suburban Punks and we're die young.
But you're gagged and you're bound and city-bound.
You young.

Because it feels there's something that's gone.
you ask if there's something that's wrong.
I feel like something that's gone.