Luyện nghe bài hát The Pillow

A for every passing car
And when they stop door ajar
She and whispers, "Que sera"
And her thoughts to the pillow

Her face is etched memories
She now joy amid the sleaze
It's hard when been paid to please
So she turns her head to the

comes, she rests her head
The beauty of an bed
She dreams of days
Instead of brooding on

She swapped her of shining knights
For pushers, and money fights
For faces in red light
So she turns her to the pillow

black eyes, they don't hurt any more
She's the jokes and jibes before
She's the long arm of the law
So she her head to the pillow

comes, she rests her head
The of an empty bed
She of happy days
Instead of on tomorrow

Taking was not for fun
It made her like going on
And now she hurts when all gone
And she her face to the pillow

She a blade and breaks her skin
Sweet life's flows from within
The white in her head grow dim
And she her face to the pillow

Sunlight across her head
beauty in a crimson bed
No dreams of happy days
have no more tomorrows