Luyện nghe bài hát 20 Years Of Snow

He's a wounded
He in a matchbox
a wounded animal
And he's coming around here

He's a breed
a dying breed

His is 20 years of snow falling
She's 20 years of strangers looking into other's eyes
20 years of clean
She truly hated anyone or anything

She's a breed
a dying breed

She I'd prefer the moss
I'd the mouth
A of the swamps
A of the south

I'm 20 years of
And I never truly hated or anything
20 years of
20 years of

But I got to get me out of
This place is of dirty old men
And the navigators with their maps
And heads and pissing on sugarcubes

I got to get me out of
This place is of dirty old men
And the navigators with mappy maps
And moldy heads and pissing on

you stare at your boots
And the words float out holograms
And the words out like holograms
And the words float out holograms

They say, the waltz, feel the waltz
on, baby, baby, now feel the waltz
Feel the waltz, feel the
Come on, baby, baby, now the waltz