Luyện nghe bài hát 1921

I'm tired of reasonable
I'm tired of for
Some of the old land
To wash up on the

In the afternoon
Behind the buildings a white
Watched us look for a room night
But we could not find a

The key to you ever we met
Is you don't any doors
I'm climbing up those steps
My shoes on the wet floor

Now in the shower, I hear the pipes creaking,
groaning like the traffic
She comes down and next to me
My mouth was wide

Your is a portrait
The portrait's done
I don't know how it got
But I know it's from