Luyện nghe bài hát Swing [Album Version]

She to and her
Whole life was how she it
She had a mouth of fur
And she was

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

Are you weary as
In a faucet left
With an incessant
Like a sad skipping

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

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

The world is so and still
Mysterious and ominous as ever
Like an unmarked bottle of pills
On the right next to the ting
You were for

Swing the groove here
I can reach it
When I get my ass on track
I'm need it

Swing 'til 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,