Luyện nghe bài hát World Cup Drumming

It's war I tell yer, I met fellas.
Who used to love you, but now they don't you.
My favourite cousin, who to mean something.
He played me records tried to forget.
Like french and saunders, he for hours.
Through dramas, watched by piranhas.
And and rows and rows and rows of
staring straight at the sun.
But I feel the I'm dead of course.
Enrolled on popular course.
But I can't save nothing but cup drumming.
It stuck in my throat like it used to something.
I feel the I'm dead of course.
Enrolled on culture course.
But I can't save but world cup drumming.
And I it every day.
It's war I yer, on fortune-tellers.
On trumped-up charges, you were the hardest.
Me favourite brother, who to be taller.
He played me records, only hear once.
war.