Luyện nghe bài hát Four To The Floor

( Hunt )

It was warm we met
She said you'd regret it
Should you ever leave my

It was cold I split
My heart had to shit
And I was having trouble with my mind

I said 'girl call you tomorrow'
She 'yeah, you & Benecio del Toro'

But you're a lucky girl
To have been a part of my sick
And I with no sickness or sorrow

But ooohhh if I missed a beat it was yours
if I ever missed a beat it was yours
You're four to the

Well I thought if I then
We'd both get
And our hearts & hopes would us whole

Yeah they may mock &
But they never call us nervous folk
Not for the way we go on

Cos we could beg, steal & borrow
And drink our legs have gone hollow

And I'm a lucky man
To've the one to understand
I leave no sickness or sorrow