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 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, me some grace
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

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

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

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

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

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

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