Luyện nghe bài hát Anyway

Empires crumble in the
crumble [Brian: it's a kind of chocolate bar] in my bowl
Conspiracy Theory, Leary
None of is good for my soul
extravaganza
What if I sing like Mario ?

in my own way
I make sense any more
It's so to fake
One lucky
Cocaine and

Young Master Morris had a in the forest
But were the bears when he let down his hair
Pieces of ice over the windscreen
Look out we're bursting through the black screen

in my own way
I don't make sense any
It's so hard to
One break
and cake

(....inaudible mutterings...)

Millions of are lost in the rumours
Overhead the weather (.....) along their
Fighting real fires with the and the friars
The butcher, the baker, the candlestick

(...more mutterings...)

You know all of them are users
None of are takers
Making Sunday music with their and their shakers

in my own way
I don't make sense any
It's so hard to
One break
and cake

(..........)

in my own way
I make sense any more