Luyện nghe bài hát Worry Too Much

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

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

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

It's these sandpaper
the way they rub the luster from what is seen
It's the way we tell ourselves that all these
Are normal till we can't remember what we

It's the flicker of our
It's the born of living
It's the way we beat a hot
And heave our smoking guns into the

Ooh, sometimes it feels like bars of
I bend with my hands
Ooh, I worry too
Somebody me that I worry too much
Ooh, I too much
told me that I worry too much

Hey, hey

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

It's the children of my
It's the lambs in innocence
It's if the good I know
Will last to be seen by the of the little ones

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

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

Hey, hey
Somebody told me that I worry too