Luyện nghe bài hát Angels

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

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

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

Your pimp and pusher
Well, they you up
Well, it's having brown skin
It show up

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

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