Luyện nghe bài hát Fever Pitch

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

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

I got the holy
I got the rope
I felt the grip
When I it closer
I'm at the pitch
Not quite but it
Can't feed the yet
I'm savin' up my daily

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

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

Well I know you walk
With 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
Yeah if I get a minute
Four, five at the
I think I make you
Smile dinner
me under the table
I that's my in
And I I came for that
What comes it?

Let it
Let it
Simmer down

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