Luyện nghe bài hát Unless It's Kicks

What this mess some grace
Unless kicks, man
Unless fiction
it's sweat or it's songs

What hits this chest
it's a sick man's hand
From some mid-level
been driving too long

On a windless night
the stereo on
With the towns by
And the ground soft

And the in the sky
down from above
It surrounds you at
And whispering, oh

What pulls your down
is quicksand
So we climb out quick, hand hand
For mouth's all filled up

What picks you up down
Unless tricks, man
When I fixed, I am convinced
That I not get so broke up again

And on a seven day
That song
Punches right through my
And pumps through my

And I it's a lie
But I still my love
And my all alive
For hands to pluck off, oh

What gives this mess grace
Unless it's
it's licks, man
Unless it's lies or love

What this heart the most
Is the ghost of some 'n' roll fan
Exploding up from the
With her heart up

And I wanna her, your love isn't lost
Say, my heart is still
Scream, so wonderful
a dream in the dark

About working so
About growing so
not to turn up
Trying not to believe in the on your own
La, la, la, la, oh, oh, oh, oh