Luyện nghe bài hát Christmas Crack

There are new things in my
That must be told
I met an ancient
But it hit me
So end free

I unfurl my tongue

Be a face in the sea
Being
And hopefully. I

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

to the seaside we walked
One thousand
Foreign
Foreign

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

me

I gotta my aim
It must flow inside my veins
They must spit and turn my eyes to the
Where I find taste
And you know I mean

Get on my boat,
sleep till we find the land of our pa
Cause this lonesome takes us somewhere
But surely not the way

Your smile is such a
But it me here's our last randezvous

brown of sin
The sand is my friend

There are new in my eyes
That they must be