Luyện nghe bài hát Four Leaf Clover

Sitting in a mess undressed
As a kettle whistle
Paper back still open
And the is closed

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

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

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

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

So scrawling those bullshit words
It's thirsty
stumble down to the boozer
Just to a flirt

You got a real sick
You write a for The Times
For all the gone blind
Who are looking for a

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

And the night 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 real mind

And when the is over
And the drugs are
All you've got is your leaf clover
You keep 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