Luyện nghe bài hát Piano

Three times alone this
I was suppose to be a star
I only you when I'm drunk
You're only pretty you're crying

We are to be
The to set the air afire
Three times alone this
I was into a liar

Whether I the gold
I never
Richer, I
white, I

I shoes that move men from desert to riches
Give me you got, girl
And it because it itches

Call me Chameleon and set this air
Three alone this week
I was to be a liar

Whether I found the
I never
Richer, I
white, I

Maybe not, why the
I lie about that which I am scared?
What did I say to

into a pot of gold
Rejoice in
which soon burns gold
What did I say to

Maybe not, why the
Would I lie that which I am scared?
What did I say to

Step a pot of gold
in fire
That which soon burns
did I say to you?

And I deny
The love, the throat,
And I can't it
got to keep my P M A