Luyện nghe bài hát Four Leaf Clover

Sitting in a mess undressed
As a whistle blows
back Novelette still open
And the is closed

You got a sick mind
You write a column for The
For all the lovers blind
Who are looking for a

And the night is over
And the drugs are
All you've got is your four leaf
You keep inside coat

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

Six pages down and lighting up
Her train wreck
She was abandoned by her
by the road

So apalling scrawling those bullshit
thirsty work
She'll stumble to the boozer
Just to a flirt

You got a sick mind
You a column for The Times
For all the lovers blind
Who are looking for a

And when the is over
And the are gone
All you've got is your four leaf
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 a real mind
You got a sick mind

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

And the night is over
And the drugs are
You the world is getting colder
You got no one to
You got no one to
You got no one to
You got no one to