Luyện nghe bài hát It's Over

beautiful,
every day's a holiday, the day you without it,
changes up, everything shifts and falls unless you care about it,

but you sit in the darkness,
and you make plans but hopeless,
and you blame God you're lonely,
and you'll call it fate, when you up too late and it's over.

here on the boulevard, you were the boy,
a mix of and muscle
that was a break,
is a thing you make,
not just hustle

but you sit in the darkness,
and you plans but they're hopeless,
and you blame God when lonely,
and you'll call it fate, when you show up too and it's over.

'cos can wait forever,
they don't give unlimited chances in
hand you the knife and tell you to cut it around.

so baby fly;
baby let's ride, baby let's

cos everything's beautiful, every a holiday,
but are getting shorter,
the moon and the stars the boulevard's last resort
and now last supporter.

but you sit in the darkness,
and you plans but they're hopeless,
and you blame God when you're
and you'll call it fate, when you show up too late and over.