Luyện nghe bài hát The 3 Kids in Brooklyn

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

Somewhere in the sticky city, driving and forth
I found myself a squat in
seemed the same sincerely this could be a curse
But everyone's the same different shirts

I'm not sure what part about me can't understand
No one's really from here, they all pretend
what they've been about
Those three kids in Brooklyn sure know how to spin me out

I see a guy named Ian morning at the store
Always dissing something with his
He always wears a sweater even in the warmest
Not to say what he despised

But I did a searching you know, and much to my surprise
A few years back a metal cover
He yelled at me and said the Internet is of lies
And then I never saw Ian

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

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

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

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