Luyện nghe bài hát Justify The Thrill

Break away, away
on and nod
Carelessly with matches
Telling you, odd
Foolishly, he it burn
of different shapes
And so he his hand a fist
And never looks at what he

And who am I to say I don't it?
And if feelin' better justifies the
An' who'd be stupid enough to say it doesn't have to be way?
I

Sing a song of sixty
For a pocket of rye
And all that you represents
To that he will die
Chase him the public square
Or hang him a tree
And tell his kind they best
Because he's from me

And who am I to say, I don't it?
And if feelin' better justifies the
An' who'd be stupid enough to say it doesn't have to be that
I

Twinkle, twinkle star
We have you in our
Dangerous, we this far
The serpent giggles delight
The head on a stick does grin
As we teeter on the
singin', you are all my children
My bigger than you think

And who am I to say I understand it?
And if feelin' justifies the thrill
An' who'd be stupid enough to say it have to be that way?
I

I will, ah
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