Luyện nghe bài hát Tuesday

Saw the sun up again.
Last week's papers and a pack of
That got me 'til ten.
The ten fifteen's minutes late.
I really should just get out more days.
Next door is up his lungs.
Two A.M. I'm she said
She's get herself a gun.
I blacked out three to five.
You should what's going on outside.

As the bread goes hard
On the corner shop waiting
for rush hour to start.
And I'm wondering why his kids are
I really should just get out more days.

Days, and one shows
there's so much I'll never
If I ever get
If I get home, home.

And old Ryan's his rust
And Tuesday and goes
any late night bus.
I do a lot more with my time
But you hear what's going on outside.