Luyện nghe bài hát Head for Supplies

Across the city there's a chill
A holding still
As if somebody's sing
A dip in tempo for the shoes
No and twos
As if somebody's gonna
And in the hanging on to you
We're a of clothes and shoes
Whatever we find
You are the for this missing beat
On the that I love
And in me

Now I'm here at your
We try to our stride
And for supplies

Way down me was a pilot light
That friends tended and fed with tiny kindnesses
And there was in a stranger's bed from time to time
It has to be said it reminded us
The brief ignition of a hopeful but there and then gone
It wasn't the same and a rostrum struck
The way you read me like you wrote book
And chapters along still in your eyes

Now I'm at your side
As
The
That meets our feet know
We try to our stride
And for supplies

Across the city a golden chill
A rare holding
As if somebody's gonna
A dip in for the castanet shoes
No and twos
As if somebody's gonna
We
We
You end and I
I made mess for you
To through for all time
You're glowing within
an autumn sky
We find our stride
And for supplies