Luyện nghe bài hát The Bag

Endless evenings of
Are getting shorter,
Like an intruder, I outside
Although I myself right back
The same I was before
Saying things I'd say more

no reason for me to be here, no
I feel so lonesome, surrounded by
Who are talking at me, things
I couldn't care less about this is without

Worth, content,
ambivalence
Hear the same things every , it just ain't right
To be holding the bag

Give me something I can sink my teeth
Show me a time, me a story
That I heard a million times before
I pass out boredom as I watch the people pass

I see moments in lives, nothing fascinating
Are we all living for the past, never
We're clinging to an bag

content, significance
Conversational
Say the thing every night, it just ain't right
We'll see left holding the bag