Luyện nghe bài hát Frontwards

I am the only one for you
And if I get caught well, then the is
And the you hear, you know they never add up
I hear the natives at the data chart
Be quiet, the on the night news

Empty homes, cones
Stolen rims, are alloy or
Well, I've got style, and miles

So style that it's leavin'
This torn and she's weavin'
This pattern's torn and weavin' in it

She's the one who always inhales
Paris is stale and it's war if we fail
And in the migrant hotels, they never and they never will
souls are crumblin' like a dirt clod
Hold cigarette cuts to the inside

homes, plastic cones
Stolen rims, are they or chrome?
Well, I've got style, and miles

So much style that leavin'
This pattern's torn that we're
This torn and we're weavin' in it