Luyện nghe bài hát Good Grief

So, what would you little maniacs to do first?

through my fingers
Watching my fingers

my eyes and count to ten
It in one ear out the other
One ear out the
bright right till the end
Now you'll be missing the photographs
from the photographs

Watching my fingers...
through my fingers...

In my thoughts you're far away and you are whistling a
Whistling a
clear as day, oh I can picture you so easily
you so easily

What's gonna be of the world if you're not in it
What's gonna be of the world oh

Every minute and hour
I miss you, I you, I miss you more!
stumble and each misfire
I miss you, I you, I miss you more!

through my fingers
Watching my fingers

Caught off guard by favorite song
be dancing at a funeral, dancing at a funeral
Sleeping in the you love
such a shame we had to see them burn
Shame we had to see them

What's gonna be of the world if you're not in it
gonna be left of the world oh

Every minute and every
I miss you, I miss you, I you more
Every and each misfire
I miss you, I miss you, I miss you

You might to excuse me
lost control of all my senses
And you might to excuse me
I've lost control of all my
So get drunk, me a fool, put me in my place, put me in my place
Pick me up, up off the floor, put me in my place, put me in my

minute and every hour
I miss you, I you, I miss you more
Every and each misfire
I you, I miss you, I miss you more
through my fingers, watching through my fingers
Cause every minute and hour

(I miss you, I miss you, I you more...)