Luyện nghe bài hát A Down and Dusky Blonde

I fried my head, I'm not a
I'm a and dusky blonde
I am living in a
I lie in bed I see
Beyond my head the moon, I hear the rain

I am of my voice as a tool
It's demure
Than your the singing queen
With her matinee good
She like talking from a book
I speak the of my village, of my street

But I need a friend and I you
I tell you the way I
The truth is crushing a heel
I forget the kiss and feel if you will too

a drag that you're getting old
I love to about the year
When we sobbed and we cheered
The town deserted a film
Your torso me

the country and the tunnels and the fields
I read a book a day, an apple
But I did not eat
And so the came to me
He a woman does not live
By the word
Forgive and eat
Autumn along outside

photography on speed
I was locked inside a
They made a deal, they control
The simple things like

But I my soul
When I someone I chose you
Because the soul awakes
And on the balcony she
And she is waiting for the
And when the brother not come
And the sister's much to young, she chooses you