Luyện nghe bài hát Old Haunts

A bomb, you are a mystery
Exploded, sparkling quiet
My teenage heart packed all my misery,
To fingertips that ignite
And all along you my story, didn't you
And all night long I yours
Your blood was mixed wine and robbery,
And left us always more

So sing me your songs about the good times
Those days are gone and you should let them go
And God the man who says
If you'd have known me
Old haunts are for ghosts
Old haunts are for ghosts

Cherry bomb, love is surgery
Removing what you regard
And every breath felt a funeral, baby
While you were up your car
And with the window
I hear tired mouth
You borrowed
And wore all your old out
And shame on you, my
You your youth away
Memories are sinking
That would be saved

So don't me your songs about the good times
days are gone and you should just let them go
And God help the man who
If you'd have me when
Old haunts are for ghosts
Old haunts are for forgotten

And shame, shame, shame, on you
You your mind and heart and youth
Just like a
And shame, shame, shame, on you
You kept your and heart and youth
Just a tomb

And don't sing me songs about the good times
Those are gone and you should just let them go
So God help the man who
If you'd have known me
Old are for all those ghosts
And don't sing me songs about the good times
Those days are and you should just let them go
And God the man who says
If you'd have me when
God help the man who
If have known me when
God this man who says
My baby, if have known me when
Old haunts are all we've ever