Luyện nghe bài hát Head for Supplies

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

Now I'm at your side
We try to rhyme our
And head for

Way down inside me was a light
That good friends tended and fed with tiny
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 flame but there and then gone
It wasn't the and then a rostrum struck
The way you read me like you this book
And chapters along it's still in your

Now I'm at your side
As
The
That meets our might know
We try to rhyme our
And head for

Across the there's a golden chill
A rare holding
As if somebody's gonna
A dip in tempo for the shoes
No blues and
As if somebody's gonna
We
We
You end and I
I made this for you
To through for all time
You're glowing from
an autumn sky
We find our rhyming
And for supplies