Luyện nghe bài hát Chelsea Lovers

When he her
He stayed there
With his velvet
And her hair
In a so dark
They barely crawl
orange posters
On walls
It was Saturday
And he felt death
She just wanted to be
Like else
Saturday
And the never stopped
She like a loser
On top or the
The Chelsea
With lips
egos
Doing a strip
lovers
In a town
With futures
Like a of clowns
creatures
In the eider
oblivion
Waiting to be
in the mattress
Where these have lain
Awake until
ice in their veins
Facing other
Their never met
He just wanted to be
It happened to him yet
of them laughing
But they can't
What it is friendship
Makes you your own hand
The Chelsea
Oh how can talk
With their tongues
And their skin chalk
Chelsea
They're at the hip
With the power of
At fingertips
lovers
With their entwined
Making moon promises
From molecule minds
lovers
In a cartoon
Two solemn
In a room.