Luyện nghe bài hát Cold, Kind, and Lemon Eyes

Oh God, deliver me from my
women in green winter coats
Working for a tip, don't paint lips

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

Mama, I'm it off
thin from red lights and scotch
And I hate being
But you hold your booze

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

suck your gut so tight
And cut your hair so nice

Mama, I'm it off
Worn thin red lights and scotch
I hate being
But you should your booze

Don't bite, I'm you
And don't leave I curse at you

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