Luyện nghe bài hát The Pillow

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

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

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

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

Those black eyes, they hurt any more
heard the jokes and jibes before
She's felt the arm of the law
So she turns her to the pillow

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

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

She takes a blade and her skin
Sweet life's force flows within
The clouds in her head grow dim
And she turns her face to the

Sunlight creeps her head
beauty in a crimson bed
No dreams of happy ahead
She'll have no tomorrows