Luyện nghe bài hát The Weakends

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

High tide tied the neck
The same song bleeding
What makes me so
The work the same

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

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

all around the world
Bright lights and heavy breathing
and the dagger's kiss
Just a of a feeling

Hands pressed up the chest
out for the big connection
Laxed lungs looked so good
It's a show all the way

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

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

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

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