Luyện nghe bài hát Four Leaf Clover

Sitting in a mess undressed
As a kettle blows
Paper back Novelette still
And the is closed

You got a real sick
You write a for The Times
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 leaf clover
You inside your coat

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

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

So apalling those bullshit words
It's work
stumble down to the boozer
Just to have a

You got a real sick
You a column for The Times
For all the lovers gone
Who are for a sign

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

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

You got a real sick
You got a real mind

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

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