Luyện nghe bài hát Lust Of The Libertines

The of the Libertines
Is really quite
It rages quietly here beside you
And lust for fame
But fame is a sinister game, I know...
It all end this way then
Some won't be the same
Oh a face, and a name on a page
But I'll be sleeping
I'll be soundly
I'll sleep through that age

Cause I can deal all...
The blood on my
The in my soul
My spirit is
All my are painted

Am just so as you...
You forget to... oh uh ow
Cut me on the
By the graffiti of all the
I couldn't say

Shove me up the
Oh my (oh Poor Cow)
It was a kind of
But you've me in the family way again

The on my tambourine
can be explained
I need to shake it often
I need to away the blame

Oh well, fame is a sinister game, I know...
The taste of goulash in your
As you offstage...
Forget-me-nots on this day then
But they with age

Oh I can with all...
The on my shoes
The in my soul
My spirit is
All my are painted

Am so long as you...
You forget to... oh uh ow
Cut me on the
By the of all the things
I just say

Oh won't you me up the wall
Oh Cow
It was a kind of
But you've left me in the way again