Luyện nghe bài hát Four Leaf Clover

Sitting in a mess undressed
As a whistle blows
Paper back still open
And the door is

You got a sick mind
You write a column for The
For all the gone blind
Who are for a sign

And the night is over
And the are gone
All got is your four leaf clover
You inside your coat

And the night is over
And the are gone
You feel the is getting colder
You got no one to

Six pages and she's lighting up
Her wreck Soul
She was abandoned by her
Left by the

So apalling scrawling those words
thirsty work
She'll stumble to the boozer
to have a flirt

You got a real mind
You write a for The Times
For all the gone blind
Who are for a sign

And the night is over
And the are gone
All you've got is your leaf clover
You inside your coat

And when the night is
And the drugs are
You feel the world is colder
You got no one to
You got no one to

You got a sick mind
You got a real sick

And the night is over
And the are gone
All got is your four leaf clover
You inside your coat

And when the is over
And the drugs are
You feel the world is getting
You got no one to
You got no one to
You got no one to
You got no one to