Luyện nghe bài hát Angels

She like an angel
To the chattering
But your pimp and your
You both were great

Well, you earned money
To pay for your
It's having brown skin
It doesn't up

You sang like an
To the cups
At the end of the day
You weren't enough

Your pimp and your
Well, they you up
Well, it's great brown skin
It doesn't up

Well, your voice became
Sand-paper
As your heart, it was
heart, it was torn

And you died
The all queued up
It's great having brown
It doesn't up