Luyện nghe bài hát Twenty

When you're younger, people tell you that when you up you'll know more
but the older I get the less I understand the world.
And I can recognize people that I knew before.
It only me two decades to find out who they really are
and who they've been.
From the new angle I stand,
I see those sides that them human.

The you thought immortal
now are greying, now are frail.
The ones you to for your answers
are as lost and as confused.
A gale sweeps off their feet and
tosses into a sea of overwhelming reality--
those things they want to see.
And here they call 20.
Like in the country,
the towering in front of me.

twenty. We're twenty.
What do our age do?
Are we all closet philosophers and record junkies
twenty. We're twenty.
Reusing our old coffee grinds we can't afford fresh brew.
Though we say grown men and women,
I we all just want to fit in.

You have that get stupid
and some who are firm.
You try to step lively on the balance that grazes both their worlds.
You're searching for your definition abhorring the heard
and you're conscious of the fact you probably cost more than you're worth.
Still, a Friday is calling
And God you a paycheck.

Till one day it all you
the universe says, "Act age"
And you're thrown into an intersection parts 50 ways.
Feet mesmerized and to know your life will change
Cause the second that you pick a route is the second that say,

"Did I the right one?"
"In hindsight, I be proud?"
But the way to know is to travel it.
twenty. We're twenty.
What do our age do?
Are we all closet philosophers and junkies too?
We're twenty. twenty.
Reusing our old coffee grinds cause we afford fresh brew.
Though we say we're men and women,
I we all just want to fit in.

Folks'll ask you 'bout your future, the obstacle only feigned
and you're yourself lying to 'em just to keep 'em entertained
With fingers crossed behind your back, it feel good to talk like that
But who really expects a whippersnap' to advice from just any old hand?
From just anyone who
We don't take from the masses

Cause who knows where you'll be for the next twenty years or
what tragedies or ruts will come a-knocking at door.
For now your most jobs are trying to keep a level head
to pick up your own shovel,
and a lot of hands
Cause memories are
even all the bad
And when you make 'em.

We're twenty. twenty.
What do our age do?
Are we all philosophers and record junkies too?
twenty. We're twenty.
Reusing our old coffee grinds we can't afford fresh brew.
Though we say we're men and women,
I think we all just to fit in.

We're twenty. twenty.
What do our age do?
Are we all closet philosophers and junkies too?
Do we all re-use our coffee grinds cause we afford fresh brew?
Can we all only stretch as far out as our debts us to?
Though we insist that got it together,
ourselves grown men and women,
I think we all want to fit in.