Luyện nghe bài hát 23a, Swan Hill

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

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

Youd be a
If looks could
23A, Swan

Stiff rage, screaming at the sky
breaks
Says she to die
Im Im alive, oh yeah

Im Im alive
She pushes and she
My legs go
In fascinating

The world moves
And Im still
In 23A Hill

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

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

This right, there must be more to life
Than and entering
peoples heads in alcohol, nicotine
Thinking what I might have

You be a ruin
If could kill
23A, Swan

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

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

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

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