Luyện nghe bài hát We're Getting A Divorce, You Keep The Diner

We were the dreamers.
In secret hideouts.
We swore the world break us,
Even when the world us down.

So here I am struggling out in the jungle,
Moving eighteen miles a minute, not slowing for nothing.
I to my left and I look to my right,
And I'm out for my brothers
But it's so dark in this night, am I

Did they down by the wayside?
Was I moving too to see them?
they calling out to me?
Or did set in?

Were the things that we wanted we were still sixteen,
Only and fleeting, or just too far out of reach?
you hard up or broken man, I woulda helped you out...
Were you numb and distracted I was calling out?
I was out...

On a Sunday morning the crowd assembled,
I've done some things that I'm not too of...
I've never you, a deaf ear for longing.
Some are gallows, I'm not here for hangin' around.

all right, man.
I'm bleeding, man.
hungry, stay free,
And do the you can.