Luyện nghe bài hát The Last Straw

Hotel hobbies padding dawns hollow
A typewriter cackles out a of memories
Drying out a conscience, a nightmare
Opening the doors for the dreams to home

We live out lives in private
Ignore out and fool ourselves
Into thinking that out there someone else cares
Someone to all our prayers

Are we too far gone, are we so
Have we lost our balls, or do we not care
We're terminal that keep talking medicine
Pretending the end isn't quite that
We make gestures, act to the cameras
our made up faces and pr smiles
And when the angel comes down to us
We'll find out after all, we're men of straw

But everything is still the
Passing the time out the blame
We on in the same old way
find out we left it too late one day
To say what we to say

Just when you thought it was safe to go back to the
Those problems to arise the ones you never really thought of
The feeling you get is similar to some of drowning
you are out of your mind, out of your depth
You should have soundings
We're clutching at straws, we're at straws clutching at straws

And if you ever come across us don't give us your
You can buy us a drink and shake our hands
And recognise by the reflections in our eyes
That deep down inside all one and the same
clutching at straws still drowning