Luyện nghe bài hát Horse Is Not a Home

Oh God, I think I'm
And our drinks were just
outside, someone's waiting
With a yellow

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

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

to the play
Where language doesn't
nothing on my shirt
Sometimes I swim you
In a room that is and clear not here
all I breathe is smoke

With a hole in the heart I was
To ride in morning
a golden hand by your fortress side
But magic

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