Luyện nghe bài hát Cold, Kind, and Lemon Eyes

Oh God, deliver me my enemies
These in green winter coats
Working for a tip, don't paint your

And bite, they're baiting you
And don't cry 'cause they you to

Mama, I'm it off
Worn from red lights and scotch
And I being cross
But you should your booze

don't drop bombs on me
I beg of thee just leave me in
I'll have cold, and lemon eyes
Oh, eyes, my God

suck your gut so tight
And don't cut your so nice

Mama, I'm it off
Worn thin from red lights and
I hate cross
But you should hold your

bite, I'm begging you
And don't leave when I at you

Mama, I'm it off
Worn thin from red and scotch
I being cross
But you should hold booze