Luyện nghe bài hát Fool

Apartment in New York, and Paris
Where we rest, were all livin' on top of it
Its all that we the U.S.A. is our daily bread
And no one is to share it

Why we see our fortunancy
as legends have lived
Bane and dismannered, we coax all the
Knowin' that nothin' is when we die

Come fool
A direct hit of the senses you are
Its not its bad, its not that its death
Its just on the tip of your and you're so silent

Wanting to live and laugh all the
alone with you tea and your crime
Children kids and people with parents
Any which way no past and no presence
When the day and all of them bums
Will reveal enchanting

Come fool
A direct hit of the you are disconnected
Its not that its bad, its not its death
Its just that it's on the tip of your and you're so silent

When a rut and baby's no luck
Half of it's love
The war we won, we're winning again
Within ourselves and our friends

along fool
A hit of the senses you are disconnected
Its not that its bad, its not that its
Its just that it's on the tip of your tongue and you're so