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 just they thought
Forty

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

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 down
Forty
Every scratch, every click, heartbeat
Every breath that I for you
Forty
There's a stack of shellac and
Which is now and which is mine?
Forty

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

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

So you weep and shed
Just change name instead
What you lose when it all to your head?

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

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

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