Luyện nghe bài hát Wrong Hometown

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