Luyện nghe bài hát AT THE EDGE OF THE SCENE

(J. Ferguson/Sloan)

Well you've got your together
And you're off the new world
The mother is
With four
She four girls
The father's wrapped in
Of relations
Counting on the window
As he dials another
home

It's upon black
still cutting the track
Old Ireland's
May still call him
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 second to
Well, the is complex
And it's only one
At the edge of the
He's revered by the
Not under our feet
But from here to the

Well

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

Well

My is tame
No its not wild
Expectations were
For only 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 miles above Pacific Ocean waters angel's
will help with getting closer
When my headphone chord
Oh pilot, can you me
Our beckons
Counting on the windshield
Yet are clear he reckons
For

Yeah...