Luyện nghe bài hát Fever Pitch

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

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

I got the holy
I got the holy
I felt the grip
When I it closer
I'm at the pitch
Not but nearin' it
Can't the fever yet
I'm up my daily measurement

I'm at the store
I'm eggs and toast
Lookin' at you and not I walk
I my nose just facin' god
Don't let the get you
Got god
Lost my soul in the seventh
Makin' out on aisle

Spent my out and high (high)
On the
Head back blowin' the leaves
Growing up a was always just a dream
All you ever were lines you could believe
Sang to me sweetly
just a dream

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

Let it
Let it
Simmer please

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