Luyện nghe bài hát 1921

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

In the city's
Behind the a white moon
us look for a room that night
But we could not find a

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

Now she's in the shower, I the pipes creaking,
groaning like the outside
She comes and sits next to me
My was open wide

Your picture is a
The portrait's never
I know how it got here
But I know where it's