Luyện nghe bài hát City Rain, City Streets

Oh, city
It floods the city
And in my bed
Out of my head

Is it in space?
God I wish I could to you
Is it snowing in

And all the city
the Chelsea Hotel
It stones the Chelsea
It stones the Chelsea

Is it in space?
God I wish I talk to you
Is it in space?

How does your body today?
I to ask
in a hospital bed
With brier-patch hair, just isn't

Takin' bullets for a team of bad
How is it up
bullets for the team

I really miss you, I really you
I really miss you, I really you

I fucked you a million times
I fucked you a million times
I fucked you over a times
And you died, you died, you died
Died, died, you died

I am to push them way
into the leaves of the winter trees
Drowning slowly, lonely, my city