Luyện nghe bài hát Angels

She like an angel
To the plates
But your pimp and your
You both thought great

Well, you earned enough
To pay for your
It's great having brown
It show up

You sang an angel
To the chattering
At the end of the day
You weren't tough

Your pimp and pusher
Well, beat you up
Well, great having brown skin
It doesn't up

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

And when you
The all queued up
It's great having skin
It show up