Luyện nghe bài hát The Good times Used To Kill Me

In the long hot summer
And in the dark winter days
In the clear of the early morning
And in the late night drunken
I keep on things in the corner of my eye

Like this guy in an old baggy
Smiling like he something that
That the of us didn't understand
The way he will stand completely
the people just walk on by

The on a bike, probably on her way home
The girl in a car on her phone
The phone girl does not see the bike girl and her
And the bike girl makes a sickening
As she the street and the people scream

And the sad man is
jawed in line for potato, sifting through his pockets
Coming up old bus and grocery store receipts
Droopy eyes and black jeans
his first time in Oslo

A pretty boy on one of those bikes
Is checking his bed hairdo in window
While he to beautiful girl
It's something about the wine and

And the man is blocking the way
Of a doing his spasmodic dance
As he screams, Take a in my head
a dump in my head

We all come to empty beds
It doesn't matter if there or not
And we all come home to chock heads
It doesn't what we do or what we got

We all home to that silent voice
That on talking
And we try to it out
But it keeps on
Keeps on like a drone

The good times used to me
The good used to kill me
But now I am good at time
Yeah, the good times to kill me
Now I am at killing time