Luyện nghe bài hát 24-Hour Store

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

Hands mirrors
fly through lights
But the sleepless and lost push squeaking carts
Down the rows of clothes and see at all

No, no one hears the singing
And no one sees the crying
And everyone I'm alone
All

But under
And steel floors
There is a that will never die
A wheel inside 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 singing
And no one sees the ghosts
And thinks I'm alone
All

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