Luyện nghe bài hát Head for Supplies

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

Now I'm here at side
We try to our stride
And head for

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

Now I'm here at side
As
The
meets our feet might know
We try to rhyme our
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 gonna sing
We
We
You end and I
I made mess for you
To through for all time
You're glowing from
Beneath an sky
We find our rhyming
And head for