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 you're forgetting to me what you're trying to forget.
As we walk across the park on the over grass
you to talk about all the times when,
and all the nights when, and the underneath us breaking glass.
This is the park you fell asleep, and couldnt tell if it was a dream,
when you opened your eyes and saw the man in the trees.
is the street 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 litter the streets, the liberal and minds.
They walk hand and hand and kiss each cheeks when they meet.
They have got everything in and the conversations never stop,
they've all got the one about running all night from the cops.
But behind the trees at the girl was once crushed by a train,
running to catch up with her friends, her turned into one day.
And the town on-and the town heals with time,
everyone tries so to chase these ghosts from their mind.
And how of me to think 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 feels like its to leave.
I'm in the hometown for Christmas Eve.