Luyện nghe bài hát More Than Melody

Hey Mr. Love, been singing and still
There's a hole in my only a man can fill
But he's had a love and we're sharing a bed
But he's not in a state to be left in my hands
In my hands, in my hands, in my

Hey love, it up
'Cuz I'm closer
And I love, give it up
This poetry and and words are not enough
'Cuz you're more melody to me, I think

So morning come and I'm clad
In these sheets not my own and these hands they don't belong
And I'm all but a in my prison head
I should run for my gun but I'm lying in your hands
In your hands, in your hands, in hands

And you say hey love, it up
'Cuz I'm getting
And I love, give it up
This poetry and prose and are not enough
'Cuz more than melody to me, I think

And out our hands before us
All the will love and whore us
My heart, oh Lord, is in hands

In your hands, in my
In hands in my hands
In my hands, in hands
In my hands, in my hands, in my
Ooh,

Hey Mr. Love, I'm too tired to
But he is more melody to me