Luyện nghe bài hát Head for Supplies

Across the city a golden chill
A rare holding
As if somebody's sing
A dip in for the castanet shoes
No blues and
As if somebody's sing
And in the hanging on to you
a bundle of clothes and shoes
Whatever we could
You are the reason for missing beat
On the streets that I
And in me

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

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

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

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