Luyện nghe bài hát Sore-Throat Syndrome

When we were young, we the days would get better.
Today I talked myself out of this.
I've out chasing silhouettes, losing frozen smiles to a thousand regrets.
And all the way home, I could see your breath though we dead.
"I'm so far here..."
We laughed.
"Our time is thin."
But I knew how the end would end.
I never said I'd to the end.
you, fuck all of you.
You'll never know what I to say.
words are as dead as the air I breathe.
Life is just a big second guess, a staircase of mistook steps...
You can me, it's not okay...