Luyện nghe bài hát Good Grief

So, what you little maniacs like to do first?

Watching through my
through my fingers

Shut my eyes and to ten
It in one ear out the other
One ear out the
Burning bright right the end
Now you'll be missing the photographs
Missing the photographs

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

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

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

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

Watching through my
through my fingers

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

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

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

You might have to me
I've lost of all my senses
And you might have to me
I've lost 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 you more
Every stumble and misfire
I miss you, I miss you, I you more
Watching through my fingers, watching my fingers
Cause every and every hour

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