Luyện nghe bài hát Swing

She to and her
life was how she remembered it
She had a full of fur
And she was

She her hearse
Across three spaces for motorcycles only
And out, shouting
"What the cus could make a nice
Like us so lonely?"

Are you as water
In a faucet dripping
With an sadness
Like a sad record

And an and ornery
And shadowy
Lurking like a troll under the
Between heart and your head

Please dumb blind sir
Lend little listless a bit of Christmas
She's a real good girl
But now she's stuck

The is so little and still
and ominous as ever before
Like an bottle full of pills
On the shelf next to the ting
You were for

Swing the 'round here
I can reach it
When I get my ass on track
I'm gonna it

Swing shift I get the money
To buy me and my baby a moon of honey
Then I'm gonna the nagging voices
Inside my

That me to bed and say
You suck, blah, blah,