Luyện nghe bài hát Good Grief

So, would you little maniacs like to do first?

Watching through my
through my fingers

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

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

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

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

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

through my fingers
Watching my fingers

off guard by your favorite song
I'll be dancing at a funeral, at a funeral
in the clothes you love
It's a shame we had to see them burn
we had to see them burn

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

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

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

Every and every hour
I you, I miss you, I miss you more
Every stumble and misfire
I miss you, I miss you, I you more
Watching through my fingers, watching through my
Cause every and every hour

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