Luyện nghe bài hát Theme From "Cheers"

I'm sorry, mama, but I've been again
Me and the old man got us a head on the weekend
And rest assured tonight I'm going to be in Kevin's basement with all my
Provided we can get, get our lazy asses down to King by ten

And the walk home is going to be a real
be picking up half-smoked cigarette butts all up and down Rock Road
And throw up in the warm glow of the traffic light
But I'm going to put the devil me to sleep if it takes all night

So let's get up
And let's pretend we're all
And if got something that you can't live with, save it for another day
Alright, save it for day

I'm sorry, Mama, expect a from the neighbors tonight
All of my asshole buddies are coming over and they're feeling a little too
I'm sick and of everyone in this town being so goddamn uptight
But you worry, I'll do all the talking when they turn on the flashing lights

When I'm an old man I can be the type
And I can go a moment of fun for the rest of my life
I can read a book and I can be in bed by ten
And I can get up early, go to work and home, and start it all over again

But while we're young, boys, raise your glasses high
Singing, "Here's to the good times, to the home team
Kiss the good goodbye
Oh yeah, kiss the times goodbye"

I a timeout
I an escape from reality
Or I need eternal darkness and death
I an exit strategy

Down in Caroline
I could have a productive member of society
But these New Jersey cigarettes and all they of me
Have made a junkie out of me

So me a Guinness
me a Keystone Light
Give me a kegger on a Friday
Give me anything but another in exile

I need a whiskey, I need a whiskey, I need a right now
I need a whiskey, I need a
God know how many times said this before
But I really feel like doing this anymore

So hey, Andy, turn into dirty old men
down the bar every night at the Glen Rock Inn
Talk about our grandkids as we our gray beards
Funny we're still doing car bombs after all of these

Now I there are bicycles waiting to ride
But I could swear I heard voices from the other
Saying, "Wait until you see the whites of eyes"

And now that I'm older, I look and say
"What the was it for anyway?"
Those dreams are in the still of the grave
What the were they for anyway?

So let it be on a stretcher if I get away
What the fuck was it for
What the was it for anyway?