Luyện nghe bài hát Kurt

When Cobain blew out his brain
All the little girls, they cried like
And as for me I the pain
But I got no T-shirts to stain
For Kennedy and James
And of Arc and Kurt Cobain

You can hear them down the lane
From Portland to Maryland, Greece to Spain
As my life drips like down the drain
My eyes dry up a rusty chain
So and Jesse James
Will have to cry for Kurt

It's a hard life and no to blame
When God's not on the morning
If Cain don't Abel, Abel kills Cain
And tears now are shed in vain
For and Jesse James
And Joan of Arc and Cobain

There's three new growing in the lane
It was a long winter, but now there's rain
If you want my tears, tell me name
me your hand, let me feel your pain
But for Kennedy and Jesse
There's Joan of Arc and Kurt