Luyện nghe bài hát Fly Boy Blue / Lunette

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

My oldest friends are a habit
Fly boy blue, so bring your home,
To my trampoline
And acres of site love

Someone's on the box
A MP
And no one was
My oldest are a serious habit
Fly boy blue, so bring your faces
To my sweet
And acres of crash site

Presidential
Suppose I'm lucky
I'm having a dig
Me, Red Bob and the host
And someone's on the box
A chinless gone Godzilla
My newest friends have forgotten my
But so I, so far so good and home
You and me trampoline and oceans of crash site

What can be said of the smokes
A prop for a or a mark on the clock
If I stopped would the bus ever
the dawn ever kiss me, forgiven me, knowing what's done
Would the drivel make make sense and then song
Would the woodbines denied the northern man's thumbs
Perverse as it may sound I sometimes
The tip to my just reminds me to breathe

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

But there words yet for the comfort I get
From the gentle lunette at the top of the nape of the that I wake to

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