Luyện nghe bài hát She's The Softest Sound In London

Cant you see the sky is
As these porcelain clouds
shards of our affection,
it's raining on our scandal.
She keeps a in the cover
of her bible, of her lover,
because she to God and not her parents.
And, Im so in love her appearance.

Ooh ooh ooh La La, she holds my hand
I cant, cant, cant, just cant seem to my breath.
Ill fall, fall, headfirst into the pavement,
because it feels all my reason has left,
and I couldnt her

you feel the tinge of sickness
as its seeping through bloodstream?
warm as breath in December,
yet you so serene.
I wont be home before I you;
because in my thoughts like a plague,
a drug to my function.
Honey, a state of grace.

And I dont know why I would you;
feels the same without you.