Luyện nghe bài hát Skin Is, My

My skin is as parchment
Drier a downtown office building
the air is tight
There's time spent, resting on her
for the telephone to ring

Ba-ring, ba-ring,
Ba-ring, ba-ring,
Ba-ring, ba-ring,
Ba-ring, ba-ring,

My skin is cold as her
On the floor
Run to bed and slam the door
Oh, what a sound
Oh, how it shakes the
Oh, what a lovely
Oh, a lovely sound
Oh, what a

Skin is my, the only thing
doesn't really fly in my land
And love, oh,
Is my, is
It's the thing that
in Thailand

Let it be printed on every in this land
On the finest of and the hippest of brands
On bolder letters than the I
It's the only thing, the only thing
It's the lonely, whoa

My is white as parchment
Drier than a downtown office
the air is tight
There's time waiting for that
Macrame bird of
To come and sing

La-ling, la-ling,
La-ling, la-ling,
La-ling, la-ling,
La-ling, la-ling,

Oh, what a lovely
Oh, how it the ground
Oh, what a sound
Oh, how it shakes the
Oh, what a lovely

Oh, what a sound
Oh, how it shakes the
Oh, what a lovely
Oh, how it the ground
Oh, what a lovely
Oh, oh what a sound