Luyện nghe bài hát Songs Of Love

Pale, pubescent beasts roam the streets and coffee shops
Their prey in herds of stiff knee length skirts
And white ankle
But while they search for a mate, my type in bedrooms above
Composing their of love

Young, uniform minds in uniform lines and ties
Run round trousers on fire and signs of desire they cannot disguise
I try to find words as light as the birds that circle above
To put in my songs of

doesn't hang on a wrong or right choice
Fortune depends on the tone of your
So sing while you have time, let the sun down from above
And fill you with songs of

Fate doesn't hang on a or right choice
Fortune depends on the tone of voice
So sing while we still can, while the sun hangs up above
Wonderful of love

songs of love
Beautiful of love