Luyện nghe bài hát Our Lady In Kharki

Our lady on the wall selling for Our Boys. Our price. Our choice.
we bought one-watched Our Lady fly confetti fly the die in flames as
tanks spat amber at the Odeon. A on the podium. One leg, a face
that's splashed egg... a roadmap stained by cherry brandy, cracking
jokes about The Jerry. And we snatched his helmet, pissed and our
whistles the steam. The kettle boiling, so we stamped and screamed for
China tea. Were Shanghai in the cloisters, sucking oysters, dipping
fingers, finding pearls the of avadado pears. The treasure's there - a
shame there's nowhere to spend it... Shall we share the powdered milk
and for God?