Luyện nghe bài hát 1921

I'm of being reasonable
I'm tired of for
Some sign of the old
To up on the shore

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

The key to you ever we met
Is you don't lock any
I'm up those stony steps
My shoes on the wet wood

Now she's in the shower, I the pipes creaking,
groaning like the traffic
She comes down and sits to me
My mouth was open

picture is a portrait
The portrait's never
I don't how it got here
But I know where it's