Luyện nghe bài hát Christmas Crack

There are new in my eyes
they must be told
I met an world
But it hit me
So end free

I gotta my tongue

Be a face in the sea
small
And hopefully. I

New places I've round, love
And it me to tell you
Been a cigarrette-me-up
And it hit like old

Down to the we walked
One smiles
whisper
Foreign

Get on my boad,
There are new seas to be
Gorgeous, headache, you
As the thought of man

me

I gotta my aim
It must flow petry inside my
They must spit and my eyes to the underground
Where I find taste
And you know what I

Get on my boat,
Let's sleep till we the land of our pa
this lonesome road takes us somewhere
But surely not the way

smile is such a chill
But it shows me our last randezvous

brown of sin
The sand is my friend

are new things in my eyes
That they must be