Luyện nghe bài hát Going For The Gold

There's a voice on the
Telling what had
kind of confusion
More like a

And it how
You were left
But you had no
No, the covered you

So a jury was
As liquor was poured
No need for
not thirsting for justice

But I slept the lies
I keep inside my
I out I was guilty
I out I was guilty

But I be around
For the
I'm leaving
On the next

And I that my actions
Are to justify
They adequate
To up my time

But if I talk to myself
Like I was someone
Well then maybe I could take advice, advice
And I wouldn't act like such an all the time

There's a on the wall
the people look small
Who are beside it
All consumed in the

They must to their lives
Once the has died
They drive to the office
somewhere for coffee

Where the folk singers,
And playwrights
Dispensing wisdom
Oh, dear, amateur

They will their pain
In standard refrain
They will their sadness
it's some kind of contest

Well, if it is
I I am winning it
All with confidence
As I make my lap

The gold gleams
So hang it my neck
'Cause I am it
The champion of

But a kid his Walkman
On that long bus to Omaha
I a girl who cries
When she practices

'Cause each note so pure
It just cuts her
And the melody
pouring out her eyes, eyes

Now to me, else
It just sounds a lie