Luyện nghe bài hát Congratulations

Dead in the
not a paid vacation
The sons and daughters of city
demonstrations
It's hardly a or swim
all is well if the ticket sells

Out a whimper
not a blaze of glory
You look down your temple
As people endeavor to it a story
And chisel a word
But all is lost if it's heard

But I've got someone to make
That tell me how my spent
To book my and draw my blinds
So I can't what's really there
And all I a great big congratulations

I'll keep your
You pay for me
As as it seems
I'd rather dissolve have you ignore me
The may be moving fast
But I my boots to a broken mast

The is clear
You throw it in cauldron
Rust and veneer, and dawn
and Baldwins
You start with a simple of all the waste
And salt to

But my luck and damn these friends
That keep on combing back smiles
I save my grace with half-assed
And lay down the upon the lawn
Spread my arms and soak up