Luyện nghe bài hát Angels

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

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

You sang an angel
To the chattering
At the end of the day
You tough enough

Your and your pusher
Well, they you up
Well, great having brown skin
It doesn't up

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

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