Luyện nghe bài hát A Team

White lips, pale
in snowflakes
Burnt lungs, taste

Light's gone, end
to pay rent
Long nights, men

And say
She's in the Class A
Stuck in her
Been way since eighteen
But her face seems
sinking, wasting
Crumbling pastries
And they
The worst things in life free to us
Cause we're under the upper hand
And go mad for a couple
And she don't want to go outside
And in a she flies to the Motherland
And love to another man
too cold outside
For to fly
to fly

Ripped gloves, coat
Tried to swim and afloat
Dry house, wet

Loose change, bank
Weary-eyed, dry
Call girl, no

And say
in the class A Team
Stuck in her
this way since eighteen
But lately,
her face
sinking, wasting
Crumbling like
And they
The worst things in come free to us
Cause we're under the upper hand
And go mad for a couple
And she don't want to go tonight
And in a she flies to the Motherland
And sells to another man
It's too outside
For to fly

An angel die
Covered in
eyed
And hoping for a better
This time, we'll out tonight
Straight the line

And say
She's in the A Team
in her daydream
Been this way eighteen
But her face seems
Slowly sinking,
Crumbling like
They
The worst things in come to free us
And all under the upper hand
Go mad for a grams
And we don't to go outside tonight
And in a pipe we fly to the
And sell to another man
too cold outside
For to fly
to fly
To fly, fly
For to fly, to fly, to fly
Or to die