Luyện nghe bài hát AT THE EDGE OF THE SCENE

(J. Ferguson/Sloan)

Well you've got bags together
And you're off the new world
The mother is
four sons
She wanted girls
The wrapped in memories
Of relations
Counting on the window
As he another station
Coming

It's black upon
still cutting the track
Old heart
May call him back
At the edge of the
The old glasses were
The siren is
It's the cue for his

Well

As of all
He's likely to none
Well, the change is
And it's take one
At the edge of the
revered by the most
Not just our feet
But here to the coast

Well

The that are loose
Are the ones he binds
If we off track
Well, keep us aligned
At the edge of the
Not in D.C.
It's the sound down there
Years ago set him

Well

My is tame
No its not very
Expectations debated
For this child
At the end of the
our secret's revealed
You it's my life
And the way that I feel

Well

When you're above Pacific Ocean waters without angel's
Wings will help getting closer
When my chord untangles
Oh pilot, can you me
Our destination
Counting raindrops on the
Yet skies are he reckons
For

Yeah...