Luyện nghe bài hát Old Haunts

A cherry bomb, you are a
Exploded, quiet nights
My heart packed all my misery, baby
To fingertips might ignite
And all along you my story, didn't you
And all night I carried yours
Your was mixed wine and robbery, baby
And left us always wanting

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

Cherry bomb, your love is
Removing what you regard
And every breath like a funeral, baby
you were packing up your car
And with the down
I hear tired mouth
You borrowed
And wore all old welcomes out
And shame on you, my
You sold your away
are sinking ships
That never would be

So sing me your songs about the good times
Those days are gone and you just let them go
And God help the man who
If you'd known me when
Old are for forgotten ghosts
Old are for forgotten ghosts

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

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