Luyện nghe bài hát The 3 Kids in Brooklyn

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

Somewhere in the sticky city, driving and forth
I myself a squat in Williamsburg
Nobody seemed the sincerely this could be a curse
But everyone's the same with shirts

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

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

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

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

I grabbed shots in Decatur with a that's on my block
the best drummer that I know
Her band's always struggling and they 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 band I don't know well
She don't do it, she's so broke that she said screw it
Then I never spoke to her

Well, I'm not what part about her she didn't understand
really from here, they just all pretend
That's what they've been
That one kid left in Atlanta, fuck place, I'm getting out