Luyện nghe bài hát Peter The Dealer

We were for peter, the dealer,
He comes in the evening when we're in bed.
He says, "good morning, your breakfast",
And give us of stone.
a pinta blood each from us to give to the poor.

We count the in the cities and tell each other,
Yes, life is a helluva lot of time.

Our are objects of constipation,
Our are subject to dissipation.
So keep your intentions in a bottle
And leave it in the cupboard when out.

We waiting for peter, the wheeler,
He in the morning when we're fast asleep.
Gives us a that's spending hundred years in a day,
And takes a bone from us to give to the dogs.

We count the on the globe and tell each other,
Yes, life is a lot of waiting time.

Our minds are of constipation,
Our are subject to dissipation.
So keep intentions in a clear bottle
And leave it on the when you rap.

We waiting for peter, the blower,
He comes in when fixing snow on rock.
Gives us orange juice laced with and spring,
And takes a heart from us to give to the world.

We count the memories that are lost and tell other,
Yes, is a helluva lot of waiting time.

Our are objects of constipation,
Our are subject to dissipation.
So keep your in a clear bottle
it in the ocean when you go.

We waiting for peter, the weaver,
He in a flash when we're wide awake.
Says the world can't give us
'cause it's in it's mind.
Takes a head each off us to give us peace.

We count the in the universe and tell each other,
Yes, life is a helluva lot of time.