Luyện nghe bài hát Cambridge

Contact was questioned the boulevard
colds in frozen weeks of summer holds
I'm fine, I'm fine wait on the line
We sent ourselves in on the gray card

Hold my
storms are sand
And is said
To be sad

Longwinded Cambridge medicative
Head the motor runs the motor must run
They confiscated every
And turned ourselves in on our turns

With from the underwhelmed
Five years she fears to hold my head
Why were you gone why were you gone so
She is the reason I still believe

Hold my
Where storms are
And is said
To be sad

your eyes in the pouring rain
Cover your everyone is all the same
Cover your eyes in the pouring
Cover eyes everyone is all the same

Far
Far
Far