Luyện nghe bài hát Debris

Two, three,

I left you on the
At the Sunday market
You were sorting through the odds and
You was looking for a

I heard your footsteps at the door
And that old familiar song
you knew you'd find me waiting there
At the top of the

I went there and
to see how far it was
And you, you tried to me
But I had to for myself

There's trouble at the depot
With the workers union
And you said, "They'll never a thing
Well, they won't and they're not working"

Oh, you was my
How you are my friend
I've been there and
And I how far it is

But I left you on the
Now we both you got no money
And I wonder what you would have
Without me hanging