Luyện nghe bài hát Old Old Song

I'll sing you a that starts out descriptive
And locates a and a place
Like a dinner table where a whole
Is just sitting down to say

An old old song that moves action
Taking its sweet sweet
And waits we all say Amen
Again and again in

It's the of a father and a mother
Who battle other over nothin'
With a of kids trying to figure
Which way the plot's
Who's winning and who is

a story as common as a penny, son
It ain't worth anything to anyone

Poor little sore little
That aches like a each time that it moves
Sad little song you play
And you play and you play and you 'til you lose

While history is outside
A recipe book for every pain
This song is inside finger dark swirls
Again and again and all look the same

'Cuz if you come home from school one day
And you find whole family's at war
And there's this silence just waiting to be broken
And there's secret places for hiding the floorboards

And everyone seems to be
For the subharmonic thunder of the bomb
And everyone seems to be waiting for the cops to in
their guns drawn at the bleak light of dawn

It's a as common as a penny, son
I don't think it's worth to anyone