Luyện nghe bài hát They Want My Soul

Let's go get out in the
gotta
Let's get the stars to
For to slaughter

In the
Their eyes a signal path
And the feeling on and on and on and on and on
And on and on and on

Don't it feel like Friday
are all lined up
Let it go you around
Oh, what's it to?

Card sharks and preachers want my soul
All the sellers and palm readers want my
Post socialites
Park enchanters and tights
All they want's my
Yeah, they my soul

In the
Your eyes a signal path
And the feeling on and on and on and on and on
And on and on and on

go lose track of time
Somebody's
Let's get the stars to
For lambs to

Educated folk singers my soul
Jonathon Fisk still wants my
I got nothing I to say to 'em
They got left that I want
All they want's my
Yes, yes, I it
They my soul

They my soul
Oh ah, want my
Oh ah, they want my
Oh ah, they want my