Luyện nghe bài hát Shore To Shore

Shore to shore, got some land
Island life is from a cup of broken queens
Hit the jackpot rolling a pipe dream in a knot
And I'm missing was pissing up the wall that I forgot
I forgot, I

I am the bus driver, give me grace
You've never seen me and you don't know my
She was no Katie Harrol it was cold, it was
And it only despite me or you
Me or you, me or you

Smoking paper to the crimson bars
Drinking cocktail wine or cottage cream and passing strangers'
Live in one room housing with a to meet the sky
Jesus won't you please us 'cos you seem a damn nice guy
Damn nice guy, nice guy

We listened to passengers stamping old
And we lose what's to lose when you haven't done
too slow for a funeral beat
No strumming of and no stamping of feet
Of feet, of

awfully considerate of you to think of me
And it's not so hard to see you smoking fags and tea
It's the crummy lost at seasick with a on the waves
To join the other flotsam with the ripped up and knaves
and knaves, queens and knaves

There lies a lady, gone and she's gone
She'll be a fine lady before too
But I hit her and she finished her walking
She shouldn't be dead, she was too talking
Busy talking, talking

They can fill a cup or two and still disturb the
never made it all the way from shore to shore, from west to east
I read that independence was a lightness in step
You walked away, I so heavy at the start of every day
Every day, day

I've been an hour and the bus hasn't come
I've been cursing my God for the of the sun
I've been ruined by destiny, lowered by
And the upshot of this is I'm going to be
To be late, to be