Luyện nghe bài hát Tall Tales For Spring

God rests his head Sunday
The wicked in me is the wicked in you
Pray to a that we've never met
turns for a cure from the scientist for this madness
Madness of the
But you knew it, we knew it from the

Hawking will tell us no tall this spring
Our minds hold the that started everything
Maybe fate, as the sadness takes hold
stars through a window
Will they ever know madness.
of the heart
We knew it, we it from the start
The madness, of the heart
But you knew it, you knew it from the

Stare a sleepy smile a sun beam
Is this nothing more than a
Color-stained glass
Confess a that won't let you go

God rest your Sunday afternoon
And the wicked in me is surely through
And I'll pray to a ghost that never met
Still searching for some way out of mess

It's the
It's the

a madness a madness in the stars
But you knew it, we it from the start