Luyện nghe bài hát Shore To Shore

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

I am the bus driver, give me some
You've never me and you don't know my face
She was no Harrol it was cold, it was blue
And it only happened me or you
Me or you, me or you

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

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

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

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

They can fill a cup or two and disturb the peace
It's never made it all the way from shore to shore, from to east
I read that independence was a in your step
You away, I felt so heavy at the start of every day
day, every day

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