Luyện nghe bài hát Kurt

When Kurt Cobain blew out his
All the little girls, they like rain
And as for me I felt the
But I got no T-shirts left to
For Kennedy and Jesse
And of Arc and Kurt Cobain

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

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

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