Luyện nghe bài hát The Old Matchbook Trick

The last time i came here
I came down a fever
The day it was gone
With the suddenness of ist
When we all were much
Were we different
In the real 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 my face

The thing i remember
About up in kristiansand
Was on my toothbrush
As it across my tongue
And removed a drunken
his bar and porno bill
Gonna have to fuckin' him down

The is blinding
Where's the middleman
The gentle
his comedy and wit
Spaced out in the
the cramped and the cluttered
Falls from fingers to his hand
Falls from his fingers to hand

The old matchbook
Keeps the from wobble
Slipped under the leg
the unsteadiness
Of the lopsided
Makes a solid to rest
Arms and thought