Luyện nghe bài hát Bea

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

I don't speak I ramble he was a
I just want to own (young dirty street)
I can sleep anything and more

Stripped stripped men
I fall of him
I'm useless in the fo the distance
I could break you for all the right
I could you but what have I got

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

Love lives whim
I'm instead of him
I'm in the light of the distance
I could break you for all the right
I hate you but what have I got

sees me old
Nobody me cold
Nobody lives my
knows you're him

I roam this head I carm what's
I hide myself from her
Nothing make me but the birthmark on your back
But babis in the fields
And the birthmark on your
Making babies in the
me older

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

I don't I ramble my kids was a gamble
I just to own something (old dirty earth)
I can sleep anything and more

'cause the birthmark on your
babies in the field
Nothing makes me older; nothing makes me my life but you
And that mark on your making babies
In the