Luyện nghe bài hát Soup

The clothesline of eyes
Is washing the face before
Now tell me what's wrong you see gone
You gotta do your to decorate this dying day, this dying day

All over a bowl of beans
All over a bowl of bitter

And way, way up high
I got a quarter moon hanging over me
And now, I want that chair outta there
'Cause he's no living here, it's no longer needed here

All a bowl of bitter beans
All over a of bitter beans

And I got a corner and that's all the more
For me to upon the holidays
And now I'll close my eyes really, really
And you all go away, I'll make you all go all go away
make you all go

And pull the trigger and make it all go away
And I'll make it all go away, make it all go away