Luyện nghe bài hát The Song Is Still Slipping Away

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With a bag, a bottle and this old
In the back of some bus on the
I'm living the high life with nothing to
But a love letting me go

Your turn out to be assholes
The light that you're chasing in the is a train
The singer's in key, the guitars in
But the song is still away

And the lights of the paint a stage in the night
For two hearts in time
And wild horses are cursed with freedom in mind
And a hunger left burning

Your turn out to be assholes
And the light in the tunnel that you're is a train
The singer's in key, the guitars in
But the song is still slipping

slowly nothing else matters
As the and the black become gray