Luyện nghe bài hát Mabel Normand

Natural inner
I guess you could say just an unapproachable comedienne
Haven't faith in her talent
She work
No comedienne has not the clown
She did her work,
But her was quietly crying
I guess she felt guilty
even dying
Sad Normand

So my friend is
On a road
His passes before him like an
Unfortunate
He and his friend are at
And he is not winning...
Why does someone have to win?
He it matters...
Strange things do follow when you love
So you put that in exile
How I call you Beloved Exile...

He called
He says, "Don't up"
I ask him, "What are you about?"
I said are not the same...
Since been gone Rome burned down
And still all the same
So I moved away from the that held nothing
But for messages
And all the day's seasons
I running with the sun
And I pray every day for the
In a still and almost silent
He began to hide his
And I learned to say the
Well, just side are you on, anyway?
You sides
does it matter?
Still you change
Every other day you just change

So, on your destructive road
Oh, your life before me
an unknown circumstance
You and your are at odds
And you are not
Why does someone always to win?
And all races that are run
cause patterns
Strange things do follow you love someone
So you put that in exile
And you say, "I'll a book about it and call it Beloved Exile"

Well, her was a gas
Simply everything that
Well, the old said, yes it was sad
She a losing battle
One day at a
She might even it through tomorrow
Maybe in another show, natural inner
I guess you just say she was just unapproachable
Baby,
So beautiful, so
She fought a battle
She might even it through tomorrow
So beautiful, so
Sad we know her