Luyện nghe bài hát The Good times Used To Kill Me

In the long hot nights
And in the cold winter days
In the clear hours of the early
And in the late night drunken
I keep on seeing things in the of my eye

Like this guy in an old baggy
like he grasped something that
That the rest of us understand
The way he stand completely still
While the people walk on by

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

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

A pretty boy on one of those cruiser
Is checking his bed head in window
he talks to beautiful girl
It's about the wine and Portugal

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

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

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

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