Luyện nghe bài hát In to It

LP

YOUNG YOUNG

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

Talking the girl
But the goes sideways
her the line
But hes ground
There she
On her way off
All the world

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

Your style is correct so you an impression
Owning what you do to know you are.
Got to your 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 side

All the World

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

(ONCE AGAIN)

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

Tarantulas under the
Got King Kong within
A blood moon looms in the sky
Im the Wolfman,
Im in Love.

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

It it it it it it it rips me
I I I I I I Im a
Violins in my
And I
To shake and I shake and I
Shake,
To shake and I and I shake
And I shake and I and I shake
And I shake and I and I shake
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 know why
I why
We
it
it,
Still I
its

Me.

I
Falling,
You

me why
me why

You
That of yours
That once my
breathe

all you have to say?

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 edge of
all the pigeons down
Walking in the of men.
I have the feeling not breathing.

Shes shaking like a
Sneaking out, the still
Waiting for the to fall in
the time unwind.

Saturday,
comes,
comes, we go

Kicking on the edge of
Counting all the pigeons
Walking in the of men.
I have the feeling not bleeding.

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

Saturday,
comes,
comes, we go

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

Cold morning,
in his room she goes
out the window,
Climbing up the stairs.
the ceiling leaning tracing pigeons
Turning in the morning sky.
I dont know why, you dont fly away,
Fly away!
Fly away!

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