Luyện nghe bài hát AT THE EDGE OF THE SCENE

(J. Ferguson/Sloan)

Well you've got your together
And you're off into the new
The mother is
four sons
She wanted four
The wrapped in memories
Of European
Counting on the window
As he dials another
home

It's black black
He's still cutting the
Old Ireland's
May call him back
At the edge of the
The old were round
The is heard
It's the cue for his

Well

As of all
He's second to none
Well, the is complex
And it's only one
At the of the scene
revered by the most
Not under our feet
But from to the coast

Well

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

Well

My story is
No its not wild
Expectations were
For only child
At the end of the
our secret's revealed
You it's my life
And it's the way that I

Well

When you're miles Pacific Ocean waters without angel's
Wings help with getting closer
When my headphone untangles
Oh pilot, can you me
Our beckons
Counting on the windshield
Yet are clear he reckons
For

Yeah...