Luyện nghe bài hát The Weakends

Quicksand is a code of
Lose sleep with some liquid
Last every Friday night
While we with the lights on

High tide tied around the
The same song everybody's
What makes me so
The insides the same

You ever fear the dark of your future?
The gravestone whisper the stillness of your heart
I feel it growing dark, a inching deeper
A fever to the core

kick tomorrow, fight back at the pouring rain
I'll the weekends down the drain, down the drain
I'll kick tomorrow, fight at the pouring rain
I'll send the weekends down the drain, down the

Shorelines all around the
lights and some heavy breathing
Lipstick and the kiss
Just a of a feeling

Hands pressed up against the
out for the big connection
Laxed never looked so good
It's a show all the way

As go crashing by I think of all I've pondered
So many minutes squandered, so things undone
try to figure out how many lives I've wasted
Waiting for the time to start

I'll kick tomorrow, fight back at the pouring
I'll the weekends down the drain, down the drain
I'll tomorrow, fight back at the pouring rain
send the weekends down the drain, down the drain

I'll tomorrow, I'll send the weekends
I'll tomorrow, I'll send the weekends
I'll kick tomorrow, I'll send the
I'll kick tomorrow, I'll the weekends

I'll tomorrow, fight back at the pouring rain
I'll send the weekends down the drain, down the
I'll kick tomorrow, back at the pouring rain
I'll the weekends down the drain, down the drain