Luyện nghe bài hát Smiling

The jet plane draws a wound along the dimming autumn sky
His breath steams on ahead of him as the tenement he does stride
to knock upon some
The boy who for more
and who hid his real so the people just saw...
they saw him
They only saw him smiling

He the air of the barber's shop
The steam, smoke and cheap
He says, "Old man, this razor blade
how you want to be left alone."
Over the to the left
A postcard girl with naked
brings us greetings Crete to this ugly man's street just by smiling
Look, she's all

Yeah, she and acts hot with James Bond on his yacht
His arching eyebrow, his seed
while in her village in Milan starving people cans
and [bad] silver or the loser bleed

In a few more the cruel boy makes his way
up to where the real is
until a bomb in his car him all over a wall
and his comrades shake fists
We see the biggest killers of all who say they are
They say, "Our rage is extreme," but you know what they
Upstairs they're
Still scared and