Luyện nghe bài hát Phil

I opened the paper, there was picture
Gone, gone, by your own hand
I believe it, the paper was shakin'
Gone, gone, gone by own hand

I know I'm gonna spend the rest of my lifetime why
You found yourself so badly you had to die

I opened the paper, was your picture
Gone, gone, gone by own hand
The started ringing, had I heard about it?
I shook every time I heard it
What was my reaction? I put the down
That was the only news that was fit to

They ask about dylan, macdougal street and third
Question piled on and each question more absurd

I opened the paper, there was your
Gone, gone, gone by your own

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Oh, I "there but for fortune",
There but for fortune you and I go
turned it's back on you,
Or so it must seemed to you,
Christ alone what was the final blow

The last time I saw you, the time I saw you,
Bleeker street outside the end
I told you I'd see you, I got
I never saw your again

I heard that you were feeling every day
I heard you were well with good things on their way

I opened the paper, there was your picture
Gone, gone, gone by own hand.

(repeat **)