Luyện nghe bài hát 7th Avenue Static

Wear the crown made of on the day I was born
By the light of a cold
And I remember the boss in his
As he marched the field of vision

Well he didn't come home and it was us alone
The brat and the widowed
Then one April after Ma took her life
I fell the street to oblivion

And I what the dumpsters were giving
And I did my to survive
'Cause I figured that life's for the
you're alive
While you're

Bring out the gin and the small
I'm a raging success as a
And colder than hell in this cardboard hotel
Which I share with a embezzler

So I beat my retreat collister street
To one of my holy
And they tangled my wings wire and string
But I'm spinning in a whirlpool of

And I'll take what the dumpsters are
And do my best to survive
'Cause I still think life's for the living
Yes I still think that life's for the

And I'll what the dumpsters are giving
And I'll pray every night to St.
But I still think that for the living
At least for a
At for a while