Luyện nghe bài hát Twenty

When you're younger, people tell you that when you grow up you'll know
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 always been.
the new angle where I stand,
I see those sides that them human.

The ones you thought
now are greying, now are frail.
The ones you went to for answers
are as lost and as confused.
A gale sweeps children off feet and
tosses them a sea of overwhelming reality--
those they didn't want to see.
And here call that 20.
Like in the country,
the door in front of me.

twenty. We're twenty.
What do our age do?
Are we all philosophers and record junkies too?
twenty. We're twenty.
Reusing our old coffee grinds cause we afford fresh brew.
we say we're grown men and women,
I think we all want to fit in.

You have friends get stupid
and some who are firm.
You try to step lively on the balance beam that both their worlds.
searching for your definition while abhorring the heard
and you're conscious of the fact that you probably more than you're worth.
Still, a night 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 that 50 ways.
Feet mesmerized and terrified to know life will change
Cause the second that you pick a route is the that you'll say,

"Did I the right one?"
"In hindsight, I be proud?"
But the only way to is to travel it.
twenty. We're twenty.
What do our age do?
Are we all philosophers and record junkies too?
twenty. We're twenty.
Reusing our old coffee grinds cause we can't afford 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 feelin' lying to 'em just to keep 'em entertained
With fingers crossed behind your back, it don't feel good to like that
But who really expects a whippersnap' to take from just any old hand?
just anyone who passes
We take words from the masses

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

We're twenty. twenty.
What do our age do?
Are we all closet philosophers and record 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.

We're twenty. twenty.
do people our age do?
Are we all closet philosophers and record too?
Do we all re-use our coffee grinds cause we can't afford fresh
Can we all only as far out as our debts allow us to?
Though we insist that got it together,
call ourselves men and women,
I think we all just to fit in.