Luyện nghe bài hát 24-Hour Store

Late, late at
store
Ghosts fly up the aisles, across the shining
and closing automatic doors

Hands waving
Angels fly lights
But the and lost push their squeaking carts
Down the rows of clothes and see at all

No, no one the singing bones
And no one sees the crying
And everyone thinks I'm
All

But concrete
And steel floors
There is a fire will never die
A golden wheel the world

A golden in plastic and bows
In of light that fall from the sun
A river of
Tumbling in the

No, no one hears the bones
And no one sees the ghosts
And everyone I'm alone
All

No, no one hears the singing
And no one sees the ghosts
And everyone thinks I'm
All