Luyện nghe bài hát Hooligansville

The moon is faces
The clouds are on the
The night blinks away a few more
And rubs its eyes
Theres a ticking of a clock,
Theres one more hour to
See, theres a warrant out for the pasts
Down in

And theyve been building their little box
the earth with black
And rhapsodising
Its never coming
Its a invitation
On a window-sill
always someone else to take the blame
Down in

a lot of broken swings
A lot of too
A lot of
to do
When falling
You all so far
Cause no amount of
Can get you out of you are

got angels in the doorways
Shakin empty
All the fairy stories they still
never be enough
And there is of dreams
And the wishes that spill
But theyll leave there to stain the streets
in Hooligansville