Luyện nghe bài hát Sara Crazy Child

Sara crazy child is all the streets
With her pastel dress
And her bongo-beat
Her skin is like the olives
And her bitter sweet
Still she's only just
And forgotten how to dream.
Her the juke-box King
With his mildly sting
And his knowledge twisted
And his stare
He beneath the roadway
In a to his lair
In he's a young boy
But in winter he's a
dusty mother Imamal'
Her face melted just wax
Her once like features
Blooded by the lifes age old axe your picture postcard
Of the of the one
Solely the to the guillotine of their home.