Luyện nghe bài hát Some Friends

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

You're not so when you're mean to me.
Your flags fade to gray- the red-blooded blues
When we grow old to we died young.

ever lasts.
It's a dystopian, world and everything is just falling apart.
But don't it feel like we're coming together when we load-up the goods and push the 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 ways of more disappointing..

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

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