Luyện nghe bài hát Fever Pitch

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

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

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

I'm at the grocery
I'm eggs and toast
Lookin' at you and not where I
I broke my nose just 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 back blowin' through the
Growing up a preacher was always just a
All you ever needed were lines you believe
them to me sweetly
Only a dream

Well I know you can't
With heels in the dark
'em off
Let's
Let me get to you
I don't 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, five at the
I I might make you
after dinner
Kick me the table
I that's my in
And I think I for that
What comes it?

Let it
Let it
Simmer please

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