Luyện nghe bài hát Smiling

The jet plane draws a wound along the dimming autumn sky
His breath steams on of him as through the tenement he does stride
to upon some doors
The boy who asked for
and who hid his real fears so the just saw...
they saw him
They ever saw him smiling

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

Yeah, she pouts and hot with James Bond on his yacht
His eyebrow, his martini seed
while in her village in Milan people stole 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 blows him all over a
and his comrades their fists
We see the biggest killers of all who say they are
They say, "Our rage is extreme," but you know what mean
Upstairs they're
Still and smiling