Luyện nghe bài hát Hits of The Year

Off to the to check in the bags
Proud of my suntan, good times had
Laying on and writing out cards
to the humdrum and bashing out cars

Into the aircraft, I look for my
A nervous builds inside me
Onto the runway I I'm elsewhere
In minutes we're flying through the hot air

Down there toy town the of lights
The long white beaches of time
Suddenly has pulled out a gun
His shout for attention had everyone
Hands on our heads, a new kind of fear
We're over a with the hits of the year

up to ransom, assured we'll be safe
The yellow ribbon comes out
How gods can there be in one sky
All so important and all so
on the trigger a disciple of fear
We wait knowing if we're hits of the year