Luyện nghe bài hát Frontwards

I am the only one for you
And if I get well, then the search 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 news

Empty homes, 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'
This pattern's and we're weavin' in it

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

Empty homes, plastic
Stolen rims, are they alloy or
Well, got style, miles and miles

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