Luyện nghe bài hát Lost

Picture two thirty on the hottest night in June
He awaits for no reason and checks his watch by the
And his mouth feels as dry as his eyes as he to rise
and stops to contemplate his [wife's?] eyes as he does up his
He finds his slippers he left them under the chair
behind the two and an old copy of Marie Claire
And he on the coffee machine that, of course, works like a dream
sight of his reflection in the silver surface sheen
and it's a face he well, although it should look less abused,
with all moisturisers and the skin products he used
As he moves the kitchen his homage to brush steel,
the new pine flooring that's plastic but looks real
Past the plasma the wide screen and cinema surround sound
and he stops at his favourite spot by the and looks down
On the lit street at the edge of the private car park
where his Audi TT is safely in the dark (safely in the dark)
Keeping it all of you (inside of you)
Something will to give
And if you could, you'll it back
But you lose your way in the way you
Now he can hear windchimes tinkling out on the
and his phone beeping out a message in the same key
He it and it's Jill who used to be his secretary
before they started an affair and things to get really scary
Now his wife Mary's getting wary of his
like she's read the whole sordid in his eyes
It doesn't help that now saying that she's two weeks late,
His state is really starting to deteriorate
He never how he got so out of his depth
or why he's broken more than all these kept
And it's been since he's slept properly
His sleep's now broken by these dreams of extra marital
Trying to recapture the he used to get
from his material possessions and endless retail sessions
Should have to what his dad said before he died
"The best things in life are the you can't buy, son"
Keeping it all of you (inside of you)
will have to give
Wish you buy a ticket back (a ticket back)
But you your way in the way you live
He to feel so safe up here in his shrine to Ikea
Away from the shouts and the louts, and the with the overpainted pouts
And the and the dykes and the kids in their box-fresh Nike's
delivering rocks to the house across the street on rusty mountain
He used to feel so safe up in his shrine to Ikea
from the shouts and the louts, and the girls with the overpainted pouts
And the and the dykes and the kids in their box-fresh Nike's
delivering rocks to the house across the street on rusty bikes