Luyện nghe bài hát Dancepack

How many to the west of here.
How many smokes left you got.
I stand but I'm talking to a cop.
There's on my boots, how'd you make it stop.
Dance past looking for a dance lot.
I'm alone, up on the top of the pine.

Let's people, and the pine.
I be an old lady, I'll be ridin her lie, Oh
Smokin a copytail.
I won't when I fail.
She's the liver of life, and no, they are not lost in the fog.
We got one kind of trouble, a woman on a bed.

Take note, there's still a hole in heart. (x6)

in sit, and you bait to talk.
My little soul, learning to walk.
Close weary door like the house on the weary street.
I go in the blind heights.
I'm in the cold, that's corn rows.
I go in blind heights.
That's a cold toke, through the rows.

Take note, there's still a in your heart. (x6)