Luyện nghe bài hát 45

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

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

Nine years a child is born
a record, so you put it on
Forty
years more, if we're lucky now
Nine year old puts his down
Forty
Every scratch, every click, every
Every breath I held for you
Forty
There's a stack of shellac and
Which is yours now and which is
five

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

Bass and heal every hurt
There's a in a nylon shirt
But the words are a mystery, heard
'Til you turn it to thirty three and a third
'Cause it helps with the
Corporations revolutions
five

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

I heard something said:
"Perhaps got a shot and now he's dead"
five

Bells are and tears are falling
It creeps up on you a warning
five
Every scratch, every click, every
Every that I bless
I'd be lost, I
five, forty-five, forty-five, forty-five, yeah

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