Luyện nghe bài hát The 3 Kids in Brooklyn

Well, I left the of sinners, redneck priests and meth lab stalls
To find myself a few just like me
The option's skinny and the order's pretty tall
To swim the waters in the sea

Somewhere in the sticky city, driving back and
I found myself a squat in
Nobody seemed the same sincerely this be a curse
But everyone's the same different shirts

I'm not sure what part about me they understand
No one's really here, they just all pretend
That's what been about
Those three kids left in sure know how to spin me out

I see a guy named Ian every morning at the
dissing something with his eyes
He always wears a sweater even in the weather
Not afraid to say he despised

But I did a little you know, and much to my surprise
A few years back a metal cover
He at me and said the Internet is full of lies
And then I saw Ian again

I'm not sure what about him they can't understand
No one's really from here, they all pretend
That's what been about
Those two kids left in Brooklyn, they how to spin me out

I grabbed shots in Decatur with a girl that's on my
She's the best that I know
Her always struggling and they always say they're juggling
All their schedules just to a show

at American Apparel, selling women's clothes to guys
She got a call to play in someone's I don't know well
She don't wanna do it, she's so broke that she said it
Then I never spoke to her

Well, I'm not sure what part about her she didn't
Nobody's really from here, they just all
what they've been about
That one kid left in Atlanta, fuck this place, I'm out