Luyện nghe bài hát Old Haunts

A bomb, you are a mystery
Exploded, sparkling quiet
My heart packed all my misery, baby
To fingertips might ignite
And all along you knew my story, you
And all night long I carried
Your was mixed wine and robbery, baby
And us always wanting more

So don't sing me your songs 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 are for forgotten ghosts
Old haunts are for ghosts

bomb, your love is surgery
Removing what you regard
And every felt like a funeral, baby
While you packing up your car
And the window down
I hear your mouth
You everything
And all your old welcomes out
And on you, my love
You sold youth away
are sinking ships
That would be saved

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 have known me when
Old haunts are for ghosts
Old are for forgotten ghosts

And shame, shame, shame, on you
You kept 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 sing me your songs about the good times
Those days are and you should just let them go
So God help the man who
If have known me when
Old are for all those ghosts
And sing 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
God help the man who
If have known me when
God help this man who
My baby, if you'd have known me
Old haunts are all we've ever