Luyện nghe bài hát Clocks

Old brown ticking on my shelf
Take my to someplace else
Little clock ticking by my bed
Funny little dancing 'round my head

brings me things to do
Morning brings me of you
Gentle sunshine through the lace
Some of shining on your sweet face

Counting hours making
Watching throwing love away
Nothing never stays
what I heard the poets say, mmm

Time is taking me
Places I want to be
But the morning rise the moon
I know a bird coming soon

hours making days
Watching throwing love away
Nothing golden never
That's I heard the poets say, mmm

brings me things to do
Morning me thoughts of you
Gentle sunshine the curtain lace
Some of which shining on your sweet