Luyện nghe bài hát The Way To Go Out (3 23)

Well, the air was so light, it fell a feather
Fell down upon the land the people walked
Well, I ran and I ran one house to another
I sweated out the fear that the boss, God

I saw a rusty old giving birth in the gutter
I went down upon my knees when the little talked
And the way to go out was in a of fear
In a body of anger and a gut full of

And Mt, was listening
Listening, listening,
Mt, was listening

Well, her hair was so light, it like a feather
Fell down the line in the people's court
And she walked though the door her hands tied together
Spitting on the faces that the boss, God

And that rusty old woman's birth in the gutter
I down upon my knees when the little tacker talked

And Mt, was listening
Listening, listening,
Mt, was listening

And the way to go out
The way to go out
The way to go out
The way to go out was