Luyện nghe bài hát Dinard

Crashing waves, hands on my grip sufficiently
This is here this weekend, not something to be
And the thousands of faces down to the sea
For the laughter, children
Je t'aime, if you

If the fires in the town revolutionary
And the fly by because we're just happy
Then let the in the sky not go and censor these sparks

This is on the highway, not fear in the dark
And we lie in our beds
To ponder what we should said
To up our demons for tests
Can we what's in between
Oh, those flags are insane but these are sweet

And the fire in the corner can feel my beat
Oh, fleeting candlelit hour, no need to hide
Why would bliss make us blush when it keeps us

Can we sit, sipping whiskey and slip, slip
To the garden of and filling ashtrays
We are warmth the core, we are sparks in the sky

This is on the highway , not fear or denial
And we lie in our beds
To ponder what we should have
To call up our for tests
Can we love in between

Now the weather has changed from hot embers to
When the arrives, we are swept off our feet
In a prodigal conspire our retreat
To the we forged and the castles we breached
Give me fire and illusion and let me sleep
me taunting out trouble and teasing belief
I everyone in here to see what I see
This is on the highway
Not !
Not !
Not !
Not !
Now we can lie in our