Luyện nghe bài hát Fly Boy Blue / Lunette

It's a lethal
Air traffic
I'm having a
Second thoughts, scotch,
And dancing on the box
A MP
And no one was

My friends are a serious habit
Fly boy blue, so bring your home,
To my sweet
And of crash site love

dancing on the box
A MP
And no one was
My friends are a serious habit
Fly boy blue, so your faces home
To my trampoline
And acres of site love

Presidential
Suppose I'm just
I'm a shin dig
Me, Red Bob and the ivory
And shouting on the box
A chinless prefect Godzilla
My newest friends have forgotten my
But so have I, so far so and home
You and me trampoline and oceans of crash love

What can be said of the smokes
A prop for a joke or a mark on the
If I would the bus ever come
Would the dawn ever kiss me, forgiven me, knowing what's
Would the drivel make scribble make sense and song
Would the woodbines denied like the northern thumbs
Perverse as it may I sometimes believe
The tip to my lips just me to breathe

can be said of the whiskey and wine
Random or ballast for joy
That was scuppered with trust, little than a boy
And besides I'm in excellent
I'm the age when decisions are made
On life and living and I'm sure ditch
That'll I'll ask for more
But forgive me
I'll still a bottle of good Irish whiskey and a bundle of smokes in my grave

But there isn't words yet for the I get
From the lunette at the top of the nape of the neck that I wake to

And are the words for the leap in my chest
When mischief appears either side of the scar on your
Made by a rose thorn, so you
By a rose