Luyện nghe bài hát Shirin

Shirin Shirin Shirin
Shirin Shirin Shirin

When cuts my hair
It's like a love
Let locks fall to the ground
Or let them stay

I her my passport
What I look
But she just smiles and me know
It's be all right

Shirin Shirin Shirin
Shirin Shirin Shirin

Shirin cuts my hair
Her mama's sitting in the rocking
She me stories from the war
In Iraq they were there

Shirin pulls my to the side
But in the I can see
A in her eye

Shirin Shirin Shirin
Shirin Shirin Shirin

hands are soft
Your hands are soft just like
You're a of blood
You're a drop of blood in my of milk

Your are soft
Your are soft just like silk
a drop of blood
You're a of blood in my glass of milk

When Shirin does her
To my frizzy
Immigration and tax
upon the lot
But what if it reaches the
you have a beauty salon
In your own

I won't anyone!
Shirin Shirin Shirin
I won't anyone!
Shirin Shirin Shirin
I won't anyone!