Luyện nghe bài hát 23a, Swan Hill

Wrote poem called, 'The Floods Roll On'
He said, aint yours
Whered you get it
You must have it from a book, oh yeah

You have stole it from a book.
Cause you frail
You beautiful
And I dont you at all

Youd be a
If looks kill
23A, Hill

Stiff with rage, at the sky
breaks
Says she to die
Im assuming Im alive, oh

Im assuming Im
She and she pulls
My legs go
In fascinating

The whole moves
And Im still
In 23A Hill

And its raining
And you ask why
You never give a shot
You just sit and watch life go by

Kicking stones at a life
Want to pull it down, slash it, it
There be some way out here
There must be some way out

aint right, there must be more to life
Than breaking and
Doing heads in alcohol, nicotine
what I might have been

You be a ruin
If looks kill
23A, Hill

And the whole moves
And Im still
In 23A, Swan

And I
And I
And I
And I
In 23A, Hill

And I
And I
And I
And I
In 23A, Swan

And I
And I
And I
And I
In 23A, Swan