Luyện nghe bài hát Worry Too Much

It's the demolition
the sport of the hunt
Proud tribe in full
It's the slow smile the bully gives the runt

It's the force of
It's the of constraint
It's the children out in the rock garden
All up in black hats and war paint

And sometimes it feels bars of steel
I cannot bend my hands
Ooh, I too much
told me that I worry too much
Ooh, I too much
Somebody told me that I worry too

It's sandpaper eyes
It's the way rub the luster from what is seen
It's the way we ourselves that all these things
Are normal till we can't what we mean

It's the flicker of our
the friction born of living
It's the way we a hot retreat
And our smoking guns into the river

Ooh, sometimes it like bars of steel
I cannot with my hands
Ooh, I worry too
Somebody told me I worry too much
Ooh, I worry too
Somebody told me that I worry too

Hey, hey

It's the march of history
The of nations
It's the way be no muffled drums
To mark the of my generation

the children of my children
It's the lambs born in
It's wondering if the I know
last to be seen by the eyes of the little ones

Ooh, it feels like bars of steel
I cannot with my hands
Ooh, I worry too
told me that I worry too much
Ooh, I worry too
Somebody told me I worry too much

Ooh, I too much
Somebody told me I worry too much
Ooh, I too much
Somebody me that I worry too much

Hey, hey
Somebody told me I worry too much