Luyện nghe bài hát In to It

LP

YOUNG ARENT

in the street
And we take off
in the light
On the side
Boys hard
As we round the
we got home,
It had all done.

Talking with the
But the goes sideways
Giving her the
But hes losing
There she
On her way off
All the world

All the World
All around the
All the World
All the World

Your style is correct so you an impression
Owning what you do to know you are.
Got to make own way to be in it.
We live, we move,
All around the

We live, we move,
All the world

in the light,
In the
On the side.
in the light,
In the
On the darker

All the World

Boy and go down
To the by the water
Creeping the afternoon
Young so young,
getting restless,
Loving to it
All around the

(ONCE AGAIN)

Lovesick once
I get when you walk in
I get so nervous I stutter and
sleep,
I eat,
Ive pale.

Tarantulas the skin
Got Kong battling within
A moon looms in the sky above
Im the Wolfman,
Im in Love.

It it it it it it it into me
I I I I I I Im a
in my heart
And I
To shake and I and I shake

Romance, flowers,
We go dancing, we in the rain,
Im and trying to forget
Im
Im covered in

It it it it it it it into me
I I I I I I Im a
in my heart
And I
To shake and I shake and I
Shake shake

It it it it it it it into me
I I I I I I Im a
in my heart
And I
To and I shake and I shake
Shake,
To shake and I and I shake
And I and I shake and I shake
And I shake and I shake and I
And I

IT

Chances get
Romances, is,


Was it

No,
It

We
it
it all so

We
it
it all so

I
I
For you

and lies
Eyes lock,
I dont why
I why
We
it
it,
Still I
its

Me.

I
Falling,
You

me why
me why

You
look of yours
That took my
away

That all you have to

Then, its not up to you.

Holding,
controlled,
Fascinated,

we
I
I
to
it
me why
me why
Tell no
no lies
Tell no

me why
me why

comes,
comes, we go
comes,
comes, we go
We go

Kicking on the of town
Counting all the pigeons
in the steps of men.
I the feeling theyre not breathing.

Shes shaking a rattle
out, the hours still
Waiting for the room to in
the time unwind.

Saturday,
comes,
comes, we go

Kicking on the of town
Counting all the down
in the steps of men.
I have the theyre not bleeding.

like a right-loon
Slavering at the moon
for the room to fall in
for him to come.

Saturday,
comes,
comes, we go

She is not still is not still.
He is and not here at all.

grey morning,
Waking in his she goes
out the window,
Climbing up the stairs.
Above the ceiling leaning pigeons
Turning circles in the sky.
I dont why, you dont just fly away,
Fly away!
Fly away!

comes,
comes, we go
comes,
comes, we go
comes,
comes, we go
I dont know why, you dont fly away,
Away, away,
comes,
comes, we go
I dont why, you dont just fly away,
Away, away,
We go