Luyện nghe bài hát No Salesman

Hey, Theresa, neighbours still a long way from the
secrets just to pay our dues and play our parts
Cold September brings the oldest longing in my
are kicking off a dust of wind of where we are

But I love you more, I love you
Like kick drums on your door
And I on some piece of mind
But you ain't the salesman kind

Now floundering like foals in brambles in the night
Now poking out our eyes to kill the end in sight
I would rather tell you yes than tell you I might
I would rather tell you lies give in to the fight

But I love you more, I you more
Like kick drums on your bedroom
And I throw on some piece of
But you still ain't the salesman

Theresa the start can end in a bad way
When she sleeps, the screams in her head
Theresa says the time has with our own way
I can't find the hands to remind me that there's in the way

But I want you more, I want you
As if I'd said before
And I'll on some piece of mind
But you still ain't the kind