Luyện nghe bài hát A Bottle Of Red, A Bottle Of Spite

She out the window
Counts raindrops tomorrow
Today her crying
Sting sings about the breath you take
She'll take fighting
Run head first a brick wall
Cause what doesn't her
Makes it all just much closer

She needs a crutch, needs a
With a rush
She needs a way to the same that she once did
He needs a lot less she seems to be
Too much to
He say much
Just leaving her in the

The tension gets
The wine helps to the pain
Her whine makes him crazy, so crazy that he's to break
To out his morals
Would seem to beg the question
Is really worth it?
A risk he's sure not willing to

So she says, "To spite my face, I'm off my nose for you
I know do the same thing too
in what you'll miss out
You played me for a fool this
Good with all your future tries."

So now done
Say goodbye to the chance that was within your reach
Kiss farewell to your loss, to lack of decency
You'll never know what you missed, what you could found in me
Insincere is the word to you best from me