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 you at the gate of St. Peter
When the fever my mind
My god she singing my name
like rain on the mountain
While I alive
flame burns soft as a candle
Lit our two hearts
Just beats apart in the

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

I got the rope
I got the holy
I the fever 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 grocery
I'm buying eggs and
Lookin' at you and not I walk
I my nose just facin' god
Don't let the get you
Got god
Lost my in the seventh heaven
Makin' out on eleven

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

Well I know you walk
With them heels in the
'em off
Let's
Let me get to you
Well I know nothin'
But I'm pickin' 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 under the
I that's my in
And I I came for that
comes with it?

Let it
Let it
down please

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