Luyện nghe bài hát Veiled in Grey

It's in a glare,
up the creaky stairway,
Sat in the chair,
You know the one we to share,
And it's just the kind of thing that we talk about anymore.

Remember your sister was young,
She wore a in her tongue,
Got shown the door by mum,
Now she has a five old son.
And it's just the kind of thing she won't talk about anymore.

I'll bet you believe me,
if I whispered in your and said,
I can see a pink and it's standing on the corner of the bed.
You just smile and roll eyes to the back of your head

you were a girl you weren't sure,
You for your family anymore,
for the mother you had before,
And it them all to the core.
And it's just the kind of thing that you don't talk anymore.

I recall your back home,
She up a kid on her own,
But he died he had grown,
So she gave you all the clothes she'd sewn.
And it's just the kind of thing she don't about anymore.

I'll bet you believe me,
if I in your ear and said,
I can see a pink and it's standing on the corner of the bed.
You smile and roll your eyes to the back of your head

And I'll bet you wouldn't me,
If I in your ear and said,
I can see a pink elephant and it's on the corner of the bed.
You just smile and roll your eyes to the of your head.

You just smile and roll eyes to the back of your head.
Yeah, you just smile and your eyes to the back of your head.
Yeah, you just smile and your eyes to the back of your.