Luyện nghe bài hát 45

Bells are for victory
There's a back in history
Forty
They came back to the world they fought for
Didn't turn out like they thought
Forty

is a song to sing to do the measuring
What you lose, you gain, what you win?

years later a child is born
a record, so you put it on
Forty
Nine years more, if we're now
Nine year old puts his money
five
Every scratch, every click, heartbeat
Every breath I held for you
Forty
a stack of shellac and vinyl
Which is yours now and is mine?
Forty

Here is a to sing to do the measuring
you lose, what you gain, what you win?

Bass and treble every hurt
There's a rebel in a nylon
But the are a mystery, I've heard
you turn it down to thirty three and a third
'Cause it helps the elocution
turn revolutions
Forty

So don't you and shed
Just change name instead
What you lose when it all to your head?

I heard peculiar said:
"Perhaps he's got a and now he's dead"
Forty

Bells are chiming and are falling
It creeps up on you without a
Forty
scratch, every click, every heartbeat
Every that I bless
I'd be lost, I
Forty five, forty-five, forty-five, forty-five,

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Ooo ooo ooo ooo
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