Luyện nghe bài hát Outskirts

Lead by Greg

Here on the outskirts of
Dreams seldom come
Flippin' thru photographs holographs
Cutouts of all the figures you been
Reflections of a that you once lived

As the descends
Your conscious of every
And moment is a crisis, I guess
Starin' out the windows of your hotel
You lit one too many fires that spoon
Well I guess you the chosen few
life, just out of view

Well just here,
On the
Yea, here,
On the of your life

And a picture we've all seen
It was taken in the lobby of the L.A. Hotel
It's the silhouette of a man in another's
So off your TVs, and let that train go home
'Cause warned you that California
goin' to be the end
California wasn't be the end.

And tell me can you hide when
the whole world is and strange
Yea tell me where you gonna when
this whole world knows your
And four walls are screamin'
And all your were so deceiving
Yea you forgot the of a part you rehearsed so well
Lyin' awake in the Court Hotel

But just here,
On the
Yea, here
On the outskirts,
Of life...