Luyện nghe bài hát Losing Myself

The trees are swaying in their pink noise up on the
Today's the day to remember
It's three o'clock and the sun is as warm as can be
And I hear the church bells over the

As if by magic you and me were there
Then I remembered how you if I was mocking you
Someone's playing
And it's from that window sill
We there listening
But I was more about holding your hand

What it all come down to
I'm myself
There's scissors for voodoo in my
I'm it my way
I'm it my way

The record player plays a soul for everyone
And all the sirens the dead street thrillers
out the freak shows and the loveless for tomorrows news
And I the church bells over the city
And I

Are you shading in my

What it all come down to
I'm losing
There's scissors for voodoo in my
I'm it my way
I'm it my way