Luyện nghe bài hát The Weakends

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

High tide around the neck
The same everybody's bleeding
What me so different?
The work the same

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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