Luyện nghe bài hát This House

Whose sticky hands are
And what is this empty
I could be lost but for your face
Here an empty house
That used to be of life
Now home for no one and his wife

a hovel and
Who can take your
I face another day
And who shelter me?
It's in here
me

Under fingertips
A strange body and dips
I my eyes and you're here again
as day descends
I'll from my window
To listening, "I'm losing"

Who can take your
I can't face day
And who shelter me?
It's in here
me

Oh, in a of hateful questioning
Tap dancing every syllable ear to ear
I hear the din of lovers
When I'm hiding with my head to the

So who shelter me?
It's in here