Luyện nghe bài hát Fever Pitch

The iron sings a song for the lover
The leaver, the lonely, and
Young waits
If I can I'll meet you at the gate of St. Peter
When the fever takes my
My god she came singing my
like rain on the mountain
While I burned
Young flame soft as a candle
Lit our two hearts
Just apart in the dark

Spent my out and high (high)
On the
back blowin' through the leaves
Growin' up a was all you ever dreamed

I got the holy
I got the rope
I the fever grip
I needed it closer
I'm at the pitch
Not quite but it
feed the fever yet
I'm savin' up my measurement

I'm at the grocery
I'm eggs and toast
Lookin' at you and not I walk
I broke my just facin' god
let the fever get you
Got god
Lost my in the seventh heaven
out on aisle eleven

Spent my out and high (high)
On the
Head blowin' through the leaves
Growing up a preacher was always a dream
All you needed were lines you could believe
Sang them to me
Only a dream

Well I know you can't
them heels in the dark
'em off
Let's
Let me get to you
Well I don't nothin'
But I'm pickin' up and
I think I get you in a minute or two
if I could get a minute
Four, at the limit
I I might make you
after dinner
Kick me under the
I think my in
And I think I came for
comes with it?

Let it
Let it
Simmer down

I got the holy
I got the rope
I felt the grip me
I needed it most (thank the lord)
I'm at the pitch now
I'm at the fever
Not quite but nearly
I it man