Luyện nghe bài hát Tall Tales For Spring

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

will tell us no tall tales this spring
Our minds hold the that started everything
it's fate, as the sadness takes hold
Still stars through a
Will they ever this madness.
Madness of the
We knew it, we knew it from the
The madness, madness of the
But you it, you knew it from the start

Stare a sleepy smile a sun beam
Is this more than a daydream?
Color-stained glass
Confess a past won't let you go

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

It's the
It's the

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