Luyện nghe bài hát The Good times Used To Kill Me

In the long hot nights
And in the cold dark winter
In the clear hours of the early
And in the night drunken haze
I keep on things in the corner of my eye

Like guy in an old baggy T-shirt
Smiling like he grasped something
That the rest of us understand
The way he will stand still
While the people just on by

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

And the sad man is
jawed in line for potato, sifting through his pockets
Coming up old bus tickets and grocery receipts
Droopy and baggy black jeans
It's his first time in

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

And the wild man is the way
Of a businessman his spasmodic dance
As he screams, Take a dump in my
Take a dump in my

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

We all come home to silent voice
That keeps on
And we try to it out
But it on going
Keeps on going like a

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