Luyện nghe bài hát Three Month Weekend

(T. Sly/C. Shiflett/M. Riddle/R. Koff)
It's a morning, four a.m. and
you let me go
if comes I guess I'll
never
even in the darkest hour it's the
of day
even I go to bed I'm still awake
held up with toothpicks and my jaw
is off
I will never you or admit that I
was
so many things I'd like to say, I'm
foaming at the
maybe I write, my pen is
out
I've got and inventions and I'd use
them if I
waking up the next day when
they're all no
Please don't say word, I know
story well
conversations two but I'm talking
to
Now I need an and everything I
did was
but every I said was just a lie