Luyện nghe bài hát Wrong Hometown

Driving through childhood,
and all the stories that youve told me we first met.
I get the that you're forgetting to tell me what you're trying to forget.
As we walk the park on the iced over grass
you start to about all the times when,
and all the nights when, and the us breaking like glass.
This is the where you fell asleep, and couldnt tell if it was a dream,
you opened your eyes and saw the man hiding in the trees.
This is the where the woman died,
she had the of being too sweet,
and how naive of me to I couldnt get homesick in a week.
All the sweethearts here the streets, the liberal and artistic minds.
They walk hand and hand and kiss each cheeks when they meet.
They got everything in common and the conversations never stop,
they've all got the one about running all from the campus cops.
But behind the trees at the overpass-a was once crushed by a train,
running to up with her friends, her life turned into one day.
And the town on-and the town heals with time,
everyone tries so hard to chase ghosts from their mind.
And how naive of me to think that i get homesick in a week.
It starts to snow as the quartet the street warms up the strings.
I'm in the hometown.
It feels its time to leave.
I'm in the wrong hometown for Eve.