Luyện nghe bài hát Four Leaf Clover

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

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

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

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

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

So apalling scrawling bullshit words
It's work
She'll down to the boozer
to have a flirt

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

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

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

You got a real sick
You got a sick mind

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

And when the is over
And the are gone
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