Luyện nghe bài hát More Than Melody

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

Hey love, it up
I'm getting closer
And I want love, it up
This poetry and prose and words are not
you're more than melody to me, I think

So come and I'm nervously clad
In these sheets not my own and these hands where they don't
And I'm all but a victim in my head
I run for my gun but I'm lying instead in your hands
In your hands, in your hands, in your

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

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

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

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