Luyện nghe bài hát 24-Hour Store

Late, late at
24-hour
Ghosts fly up the aisles, across the shining
Opening and closing doors

waving mirrors
Angels fly lights
But the and lost push their squeaking carts
Down the of clothes and see nothing at all

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

But concrete
And steel linoleum
There is a fire will never die
A golden wheel inside the

A golden in plastic and bows
In particles of 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 thinks I'm
All

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