Luyện nghe bài hát Horse Is Not a Home

Oh God, I think I'm
And our drinks were poured
Look outside, waiting
With a horse

With a hole in the I was forced
To ride in traffic
With a hand by your fortress side
But magic

Somebody tell me it won't be
'Cause a horse is not a
A is not a home

to the play
Where language hurt
With nothing on my
Sometimes I with you
In a room that is and clear not here
Where all I is smoke

With a hole in the heart I was
To in morning traffic
a golden hand by your fortress side
But without

Somebody,
tell me it won't be long
'Cause a horse is not a
A is not a home