Luyện nghe bài hát Augustine

As the bell blocks the summer light
All the seeds in our fight
To and blossom, all to be adored
And look, your skirt is

And there's blood on our
As comes the arm of the law
Fist tight, banging on the
And knocking me on its way in

As I pass out a dream
Of whooping and wooden beams
Great white beating
In an attic, in a house, in the of night

Oh, my Augustine,
Oh, is this forever,
Oh, oh my sweet Augustine,
What does this for us?

Does it that I can never change my ways?
And that's why, love, you stay
Still you and love me
Like a mother or a maid you down, down
Down on your knees

Watering the worms and the
Thinking, why love leave me so damn cold?
Now I'm getting old and is this it should be?
Well, is it?

Oh, my Augustine,
Oh, is this forever,
Oh, oh, Augustine, Augustine
Or do we this one tonight?

And now the tears, heavy and hot
As it clear, this is all we got
As I you to my bed like a cancer, or a curse
Now be my loving
As we fall into the impossible dream