Luyện nghe bài hát Hold On To Yourself

I?m so far from you
up and down my room
Does Jesus love a man who loses?
Turn on my
There's cat on the saxophone
down a litany of excuses

The madhouse longing in my baby's
She rubs a lamp between her
And hopes the genie comes out
And she in some forgotten song
And moves like she is strong
Breathes steady as the keeps swinging

You better on to yourself

Well, cities and fall to ruin
close and cars go cruising
In and around the borders of her
And she says, oh woah, woah, woah,
As Jesus the flowers grow
All around the of her collision

Oh you I would, yes, I would
I would hold on to

'Cause in the middle of the
I try my to chase outside
The phantoms and the and the fairy girls
'1001 like this she mutters, ?Open sesame?
And Baba And His Forty Thieves'
her off the face of the world

Well, you know one day I'll back
And hold on to yourself, to yourself
Oh yeah, on to yourself

Oh babe, I?m a thousand miles
And I just know what to say
Jesus only loves a man who bruises
But darling we can see
It?s all life and and lunacy
And excuses and and excuses

Well, you if I could I would
Yeah, I lie right down
And I?d hold on to

Yeah, I would lie down
And I would on to yourself
One day I?ll come to you
And I?ll on to yourself

Yeah, I?m gonna come
lie down
And I?ll hold on to
Yeah, to yourself, self, to