Luyện nghe bài hát Wrong Hometown

Driving your childhood,
and all the stories that youve told me since we met.
I get the feeling that you're forgetting to tell me what you're to forget.
As we walk across the park on the iced grass
you start to talk about all the 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 street where the died,
she had the of being too sweet,
and how of me to think I couldnt get homesick in a week.
All the sweethearts litter the streets, the liberal and artistic minds.
They walk hand and hand and kiss each others when they meet.
They have got in common and the conversations never stop,
they've all got the one about running all from the campus cops.
But the trees 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,
everyone tries so hard to chase these from their mind.
And how of me to think that i couldnt get homesick in a week.
It starts to snow as the down 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.