Luyện nghe bài hát A Year In Heaven

"I'm thinking we're shrinking," the lady to her darling.
"But the is getting and my patience is getting thin.
I'm it's pressing that we start progessing
Our are not syncing so I would understand."

She indiscreetly mutters to

do we go?
Where do we go here?
Where do we go a year in heaven?

"Chasing the rabbit was my habit," said the to the sidewalk
but he caught it with his wallet and the tracks his skin
And if he follows he swallowed the notion he was appolo
But he lost it, exhausted, so he pushed the in

In the street he mutters to

Forsyth and
Earhart and
Capucince and the cats on the
Were drinking their coffee and smoking

"The Sky is my line," said the rich man from his airplane
But he wont say in his dream state he crashes in the woods

In
his he mutter to himself

Where do we go here?