Luyện nghe bài hát Kurt

When Kurt Cobain blew out his
All the little girls, cried like rain
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 crying the lane
Portland to Maryland, from Greece to Spain
As my life drips coffee down the drain
My eyes dry up like a rusty
So and Jesse James
Will have to cry for Cobain

It's a hard life and no one's to
When God's not on the train
If Cain don't kill Abel, kills Cain
And tears now shed are in vain
For Kennedy and Jesse
And Joan of Arc and Kurt

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