Luyện nghe bài hát Good Grief

So, what you little maniacs like to do first?

through my fingers
Watching my fingers

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

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

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

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

Every and every hour
I miss you, I miss you, I you more!
Every stumble and each
I you, I miss you, I miss you more!

through my fingers
Watching my fingers

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

What's be left 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 miss you
Every stumble and misfire
I you, I miss you, I miss you more

You might to excuse me
I've lost of all my senses
And you have to excuse me
lost control of all my words
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

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

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