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 fussin' at the data chart
Be quiet, the weather's on the news

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

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

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

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

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