Luyện nghe bài hát The Old Matchbook Trick

The last time i came here
I down with a fever
The next day it was
With the suddenness of ist
When we all much younger
Were we different
In the really world we knew

Last night i saw the sun
Over sleepy
on a bus
With the crew from embrace
While everyone was
I a reflection
And saw the egg upon my

The last thing i
waking up in kristiansand
Was gagging on my
As it brushed my tongue
And removed a sailor
Paid his bar and bill
Gonna have to fuckin' him down

The is blinding
Where's the middleman
The goofus
With his and wit
out in the crowd
With the cramped and the
from your fingers to his hand
Falls from his fingers to your

The old matchbook
Keeps the table from
Slipped under the leg
Steadies the
Of the conversation
Makes a place to rest
Arms and upon