Luyện nghe bài hát Head for Supplies

Across the city 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
And in the hanging on to you
We're a bundle of clothes and
Whatever we could
You are the reason for this beat
On the that I love
And in me

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

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

Now I'm here at side
As
The
That our feet might know
We try to rhyme our
And for supplies

Across the there's a golden chill
A rare still
As if somebody's sing
A dip in for the castanet shoes
No blues and
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 our rhyming stride
And for supplies