Luyện nghe bài hát The Weakends

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

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

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

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

Shorelines all around the
Bright lights and heavy breathing
Lipstick and the dagger's
Just a figment of a

Hands up against the chest
Holding out for the big
lungs never looked so good
It's a show all the way

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

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

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

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