Luyện nghe bài hát AT THE EDGE OF THE SCENE

(J. Ferguson/Sloan)

Well got your bags together
And you're off the new world
The is impatient
With four
She four girls
The father's wrapped in
Of relations
Counting flurries on the
As he dials another
Coming

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

Well

As of all
He's likely to none
Well, the is complex
And it's take one
At the of the scene
He's revered by the
Not just under our
But from to the coast

Well

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

Well

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

Well

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

Yeah...