Luyện nghe bài hát Solitaire

By dean

Potted hanging down from the ceiling, creeping up my windowsill.
If the don't get 'em the winter wind will.
But I am a and I water them everyday.

Have faith in what's-his-name
The deck is but just the same,
I'd lose a hand of hearts I swear,
Than to win a of solitaire.

Both of us drink from a of feeling, waiting for the blood to spill.
If the don't get us then the apathy will.
But I am a fool and I you everyday.

Have some in what's-his-name
The deck is stacked but the same,
I'd lose a hand of hearts I swear,
to win a round of solitaire.

Hiding the hurt or fighting and bickering, that we've had our fill.
If the lies do it then the honesty will.
But I am a fool and I you everyday.

Have some in what's-his-name
The deck is but just the same,
I'd rather lose a of hearts I swear,
Than to win a of solitaire.