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 the girl
But the goes sideways
Giving her the
But hes ground
she goes
On her way off
All around the

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

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

We live, we move,
All around the

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 place by the
into the afternoon
Young so young,
getting restless,
Loving to it
All the world

(ONCE AGAIN)

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

Tarantulas the skin
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 sedated and trying to
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 shake and I and I shake
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 shake and I and I shake
Shake,
To shake and I shake and I
And I and I shake and I shake
And I and I shake 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 dont why
I why
We
it
it,
Still I
its

Me.

I
Falling,
You

me why
me why

You
That of yours
once took 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
Counting all the pigeons
Walking in the of men.
I have the feeling not breathing.

Shes shaking a rattle
Sneaking out, the still
for the room to fall in
Watching the unwind.

Saturday,
comes,
comes, we go

Kicking on the of town
Counting all the down
Walking in the of men.
I the feeling theyre 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.

grey morning,
Waking in his room she
out the window,
Climbing up the stairs.
the ceiling leaning tracing pigeons
Turning in the morning 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 know why, you dont fly away,
Away, away,
We go