Luyện nghe bài hát This Thing Called Love

We are so Young and reckless, Born to this,
Thing that we love.
We are so sweet a mindless, never this,
that we call love.
We are so strong and willing, are filling,
With this thing called
How we to be so naive,
Changing with the seasons like leaves.
We are so overrated, jaded,
Because of love,
We are so ostentatious, with faces,
With thing called love,
We are so headstrong kids, with to live for,
But thing called love.
How we to be so naive,
with the seasons like falling leaves.
We are so and different, ugly visions,
of love.
We are so numb and sensless, we all can this,
thing we call love,
We are so of understanding,
thing we call love,
How we to be so naive.
Changing with the seasons like leaves.
Back then the days longer,
The night on and on,
We filled our with pointless thoughts,
knowing what was wrong.
How we to be so naive,
with the seasons like falling leaves.
How we to be so naive,
with the seasons like falling leaves.
We are so perfect,
Because we found this thing calle love.