Luyện nghe bài hát Losing Myself

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

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

does it all come down to
I'm losing
scissors for voodoo in my mind
I'm it my way
I'm it my way

The record player plays a lost soul for
And all the sirens fill the street thrillers
Bring out the freak shows and the loveless for tomorrows
And I heard the church over the city
And I

Are you shading in my

does it all come down to
I'm losing
scissors for voodoo in my mind
I'm it my way
I'm it my way