Luyện nghe bài hát Swing [Album Version]

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 a nice girl
us feel so lonely?"

Are you weary as
In a faucet left
an incessant sadness
Like a sad record

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

dumb blind kind sir
Lend little miss a bit of Christmas
She's been a real 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 reaching for

Swing the 'round here
Where I can it
When I get my ass back on
I'm need it

Swing 'til I get the money
To buy me and my a moon full of honey
Then I'm gonna turn the voices
Inside my

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