Luyện nghe bài hát Chrome Sitar

Slim lined sheik
Angel of the
In the graveyard of the
New york in the dungeon
Of the day
I'm to write my novel
All you do is

Baby

Mice pie
on the wind
I'm searching through this
Looking for a
Your uncle with an
to his leg
Dangles you your
Then he you his bed

It seems to me to
Is too wild
In Max's Kansas
You a child
on the highways
On the gateways to the
You're talking with boots
And walking with your mouth

Baby boomerang baby
You never a person
But you always bang the gang

Thank you