Luyện nghe bài hát Ghost Story

It was seven in the morning
Too late to the day
At it was only two thirty
The skin on my wrists grey

up, wished us good luck
He changed his twice
The box in the corner in fear
He was tired and for days.

The year she bought a new stomach
From Liverpool in Detroit
Constantly old matches
Some sentries and

Who Gallagher did
The same old every time
Gave up, more empty
were tired and hungry for nights.

It made a littl e easier
To Holland on the run
It didn't that long to forget her
My old man and his gun

Rushed out, lions
away on advice
A and three, 400 or more
It'll haunt you for the rest of your