Luyện nghe bài hát Head for Supplies

Across the there's a golden chill
A rare holding
As if somebody's gonna
A dip in tempo for the castanet
No blues and
As if somebody's sing
And in the hanging on to you
We're a bundle of clothes and
Whatever we find
You are the for this missing beat
On the streets 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 comfort in a stranger's bed from time to
It has to be it just reminded us
The brief of a hopeful flame but there and then gone
It wasn't the same and then a rostrum
The way you me like you wrote this book
And chapters along it's still in eyes

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

Across the there's a golden chill
A holding still
As if somebody's sing
A dip in tempo for the castanet
No and twos
As if somebody's gonna
We
We
You end and I
I made mess for you
To through for all time
glowing from within
Beneath an sky
We our rhyming stride
And head for