Luyện nghe bài hát 125 M P H

I'm heading north, I'm heading home 125
I close my and count to ten
Ha ha, I'm still
Perfect, perfect tunnel vision, razor and racing, racing
moments, immortal,
No one touches

things they flow as blood must flow
Dust to dust and must blow
Nothing that I need to know or ever
These things they flow as blood must
Dust to and wind must blow
You can die you get old
But me, I'm going to live

The music plays, the swings, the gaiety walls come closing in
I catch your eye, you take my hand, out into the we run
Dancing down those streets, howling at the moon like little kids
Out on the grass at the top of the hill, breath tastes sweet

things they flow as blood must flow

And if I say I hate this place, don't take it as
And because I want to kill somebody doesn't mean to say that I will
And I think that that makes me crazy and anyway I'm way past caring
There's a ride leaves out of here at nine. do you say?

Tonight we'll flow as must flow