Luyện nghe bài hát Fever Pitch

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

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

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

I'm at the store
I'm buying eggs and
Lookin' at you and not where I
I broke my nose facin' god
Don't let the get you
Got god
Lost my soul in the heaven
Makin' out on eleven

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

Well I know you walk
them heels in the dark
'em off
Let's
Let me get to you
Well I don't know
But I'm quick up and
I think I could get you in a or two
if I could get a minute
Four, at the limit
I think I make you
Smile dinner
me under the table
I think my in
And I I came for that
What comes it?

Let it
Let it
down please

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