Luyện nghe bài hát Tart

Hear trumpets will trill
In the Arabic streets of
Oranges roll in the
And you pick up
And pull the skin
To the red within

But the is

And the is

Is it you crave
And you say that you only feel
When you know a lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie

with a blackberry bush
There were of cherries to crush
There, at the edge of the asphalt tempting
You stain hands, press too hard
They'll color lips

But the is

And the is

Is it something you
'Cause you say that you feel bitterness
Would it kill you to us a little sweetness?

Odd, where else grows
It was something like love she chose
Always a creature of
When pity do
She wore down that heel with no
She kept on her

Now the is

And the is

Is it something you
'Cause you say that you feel bitterness
Would it you to show us a little sweetness?

And the is

And the is

And the is

Nylon was from a peg
And the coal black seam ran her leg
Fishermen for their nets
And send regrets
But the bug lay there
She spoke, "Is some kind of joke?"

Now the is

And the is

Is it you crave
'Cause you say that you only feel
Would it kill you to show us a sweetness?

And the is

And the is

And the is

And the is

And the is