Luyện nghe bài hát Frontwards

I am the only one for you
And if I get caught well, then the is
And the stories you hear, you know they add up
I hear the natives fussin' at the chart
Be quiet, the weather's on the night

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

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

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

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

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