Luyện nghe bài hát Wrong Hometown

Driving through childhood,
and all the stories youve told me since we first met.
I get the feeling that you're forgetting to tell me what you're to forget.
As we across the park on the iced over grass
you start to talk about all the when,
and all the nights when, and the underneath us breaking glass.
is the park where 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 of me to think I couldnt get homesick in a week.
All the sweethearts here litter the streets, the and artistic minds.
They walk hand and hand and kiss each cheeks when they meet.
They have got everything in common and the conversations stop,
they've all got the one about running all night the campus cops.
But behind the trees at the overpass-a girl was once by a train,
running to catch up with her friends, her life turned one day.
And the town carries on-and the town with time,
everyone tries so to chase these 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 down the warms up the strings.
I'm in the hometown.
It feels like its to leave.
I'm in the wrong hometown for Eve.