Luyện nghe bài hát 24-Hour Store

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

Hands waving
Angels fly lights
But the sleepless and lost push their carts
Down the rows of and see nothing at all

No, no one hears the bones
And no one sees the crying
And thinks I'm alone
All

But under
And steel floors
There is a fire will never die
A golden inside the world

A wheel in plastic and bows
In of light that fall from the sun
A river of
in the dark

No, no one the singing bones
And no one the crying ghosts
And everyone I'm alone
All

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