Luyện nghe bài hát Some Friends

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

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

Nothing lasts.
a dystopian, sick world and everything is just falling apart.
But don't it feel like we're coming together when we load-up the and push the shopping carts out?
We'd smoke in bedroom, where the forced 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 black fade to gray, you looked dead in your leather anyway.
Punks and we're gonna die young.
But you're gagged and you're bound and city-bound.
You young.

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