Luyện nghe bài hát Gloria Lewis

When the feeling comes, it leaves
To the top of the hill, the hill of
Brush furious out, hole in the well
You'd like the hole in your head to the breeze

If you're ride, baby, ride the wild horse
I drink no more but I'll try
You can't me, baby, in the basement
Then I slug you in your fuckin' head,

If you're gonna ride, baby, ride the wild
We can't drink no but we'll try
You can't find us, baby, in the
And we'll slug you in your head, yeah