Luyện nghe bài hát Lower Voices

Spending these nights in the scripts of the keys over my heart,
Engine running low, broken notes, and waiting for the to start
from my seat I hear the songs crackling in the wire, stationed coast to coast
Street invaders my window just like those scenes I hear the most

There I go again these voices crawling round my head
Sunken so low, Im itching for a little

Same old scenes, broken dreams, these 45s me understand
But you could be a saint and and take just like a man
As these days close in all these nights are growing dim, lonely teardrops over me to the dash
my skin and Levis full of cash,

There I go with these voices crawling round my head
so low, Im itching for a little revenge

Voices soft and low (voices and low)
soft and low (voices soft and low)
Voices and low (voices soft and low)
Voices and

There I go again with these voices crawling my head
Sunken so low, Im itching for a revenge
There I go again with these crawling round my head
so low, Im itching for a little revenge

And I go again,
I go again,
And I go again,