Luyện nghe bài hát The Music

Baby
be late,
World is ending I change the way I feel about you now,
New York is as ever,
Still I go out night, hide myself among the lights,
Bathe in all the pretty things the city
The bodies glisten and they shine, the stars we're born to die, like these roses we all fade..

I'm counting the cars, on the freeway below, in the music, all the foolishness of our lives, spinning out of control, lost in the music..in the music

Baby
Please don't cry, wipe the guilt out your eyes,
your conscience on the bed, there's no one innocent here,
In the you'll find faith,
Plastic flowers fade...we all turn to grey..

I'm counting the cars, on the freeway below, lost in the music, all the foolishness of our lives, out of control, lost in the music...in the music...

I lost my way, I it all..
I my way..

Baby
Please don't cry, wipe the out from your eyes,
Pick yourself up off the bed, there's no one here,
Bottles glisten'n and shine,
Like the stars we're to die,
Like roses we all fade..

I'm counting the cars, on the freeway below, lost in the music, all the foolishness of our lives, too out of control, in the music..
I'm the cars, on the freeway below..
the lights, at the end of it all
Counting the cars, on the below..
in the music..
in the music..
in the music..
in the music..
in the music..
in the music..