Luyện nghe bài hát Love Of Mine

One, two, three, ya

Playing on the unmade bed
the book unread and the New York Times
Undone in my head over those
I said to love of mine

That love of
Of

So many blessings, so little
easier I find to dwell on the lows
But not her, a child of the sun
She sees through a veil of rose

That love of
Of

And in the mirror of her
I've seen my lies and they me half
To death their troubles so deep
I start to weep at the end of a

That love of
Of

Oh yes, love, the and the pain
A blessing and a bane blah, blah, and all
I this like a hole in my brain
Like a downtown needs an uptown track