Luyện nghe bài hát Bea

Banging in ports
Banging in the
deep in mud
I can in mud
I was a kind of
My was free

I speak I ramble he was a gamble
I want to own something (young dirty street)
I can sleep with and more

women stripped men
I instead of him
I'm useless in the light fo the
I could you for all the right reasons
I could hate you but what I got

feels your tongue
Nobody you run
sees you make
Nobody knows face

Love lives whim
I'm stripped of him
I'm harmless in the light of the
I break you for all the right reasons
I could hate you but have I got

Nobody me old
Nobody me cold
Nobody my whim
Nobody you're him

I roam this head I carm left
I myself from her love
Nothing me older but the birthmark on your back
But making in the fields
And the on your shoulder
babies in the fields
Makes me

in fenceposts
Banging in the
Ankle deep in mud I can in mud
I was a of hooker but his lover was me

I sleep I ramble my kids was a gamble
I just want to own (old dirty earth)
I can sleep anything and more

'cause the on your shoulder
Making in the field
Nothing makes me nothing makes me live my life but you
And that mark on your making babies
In the