Luyện nghe bài hát Girl

I'm not for the talking toy no
the lovesick and the jealous boy no
I'm working on my own surface
don't you too just a piece
that you can yours

I'm just on my own surface
don't you too just want a piace that you can call
don't care for daisies don't care for
go put your good sword where own throat is

or so

holding it till it's cold
I a name for it Lord
if they think they've wept my soul
they ain't the girl on my road

while we're spinnning on surface
I think of you as they dance in
with tears and stories to it holy
we think of money, of love, death,

or so

holding it down till it's
I a name for it Lord
if think they've wept like my soul
ain't seen the girl on my road