Luyện nghe bài hát Transatlantic Shooting Stars

Fallen in the crowd
Drags her over the noise
down at the roadside of regard
A in my broken mind
Echos inside the vale
There's dustcarts for the birds in the trees

Trans-atlantic shooting stars mainline
they come suburban gods
To desire

Heaven you find her here
The
The blades
There's karma for the misfits of our

Take this really you take my
me down when you laugh I fall
All pity has broken me
But my lies with me

I'm going to you as best as I can
I'm going to hold you when I tremble
I'm going to you as best as I can
I'm to see you rise

I won't let you fall out of my senses
out of my own hands
No I won't let you let you

I find my way home?