Luyện nghe bài hát AT THE EDGE OF THE SCENE

(J. Ferguson/Sloan)

Well got your bags together
And off into the new world
The mother is
With four
She four girls
The father's wrapped in
Of relations
flurries on the window
As he another station
home

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

Well

As of all
He's likely second to
Well, the is complex
And it's take one
At the edge of the
He's by the most
Not just under our
But here to the coast

Well

The that are loose
Are the that he binds
If we off track
Well, he'll 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 wild
Expectations debated
For this child
At the end of the
our secret's revealed
You know it's my
And the way that I feel

Well

When you're miles above Pacific Ocean waters angel's
Wings help with getting closer
When my headphone untangles
Oh pilot, can you me
Our beckons
Counting on the windshield
Yet skies are he reckons
For

Yeah...