Luyện nghe bài hát Shore To Shore

Shore to shore, got some between
Island life is living from a cup of broken
Hit the jackpot rolling through a 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 seen me and you don't know my face
She was no Katie it was cold, it was blue
And it happened despite me or you
Me or you, me or you

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

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

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

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

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

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