Luyện nghe bài hát Sweet Thursday

I'm waiting in the
I'm in the forest
Pylon at my
The lies before us

And so we walking
We knew they couldn't us
And how the wind is
When morning dawn breaks

walk back to the flats
With in our hands

We're in the fields
working on the farms
We do just our fathers
How can they take from us?

And so we driving
We had no choice to this
The bowl was behind us
For before us

hundred thousand
Bodies who can't

Sweet Thursday is calling me up to Monterey
Sweet Thursday is calling me back up to, up to
Up to

So I driving
And left my home me
The row there reminding
Of pages in your

Thursday is calling me back up to Monterey
Sweet is calling me back up to Monterey, rey
Up to
Up to
Up to