Luyện nghe bài hát Hothouse Flowers

Hothouse flowers lush and bright
In tiny little across this big night
Hothouse flowers all for fun
Slipping into then out in a run

Singing, laments and songs, hymns about sin
High lives and reels, a violin
Peoples and couches and clothes
Young again, lost again, here we are, we go

Hothouse flowers growing up so
Falling asleep your boots on and waking aged
Hothouse flowers all missing friends
Calling up late at night and up on them

Screaming, laments and songs, hymns about sin
High lives and reels, your tarantell
Other peoples apartments and and clothes
again, lost again, here we are, here we go

Oh, screaming, laments and songs, hymns about sin
High and reels, your tarantell violin
Other peoples apartments and and clothes
Young again, lost again, we are, here we go

flowers crushed flat to the glass
You get hit pretty hard moving so fast
flowers struggling past first bloom
You grow pretty damn never leaving your own room

I think those lights down there are the lights little towns
I think those lights down there are the lights from towns

Hothouse flowers grow lush and
In tiny towns across this big night
flowers all kissing for luck
Stepping out all dressed, returning all up

Hothouse flowers grow and bright
In tiny towns across this big night
Hothouse flowers all the time
Tiny little living great big lives