Luyện nghe bài hát Rebecca

Cry
Of the road
Motorcycle
Through the

Nailed to
miles away
not me
Well, I guess I am
When I you by the hand
All the are dead in a wind blow

Streets open space
Dark, form the face
Of the

Smell of
My machine
For generation
We king and queen in our kingdom
And I know is no end
Till we faster than wind blow

She through the glass
Raindrops are
and deviding

We're chasing the end of white
We're the ones who are faster than time, time
We're the end of white line
We're the who are faster than time, time time