Luyện nghe bài hát Frontwards

I am the one searchin' for you
And if I get caught well, then the is
And the stories you hear, you know never add up
I hear the natives fussin' at the chart
Be quiet, the on the night news

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

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

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

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

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