Luyện nghe bài hát Vicky's Box

He won't ride in cars
It reminds him of blow that he's a queer
And his hair stuck to the over the wheel
Like a pigeon on a goes around

And circles circles and he's a queer
And his on the roof
Like a pigeon around

Says a man and his eyes
And his hair and his
Say a man

He won't ride
He won't anymore
He won't ride

Home is a rage like a cage
Home is what you
How you breathe,
Home is how you

I boxed in
I feel in
I boxed in
Think be all right

Home is where the heart
The heart lies, the lies
Welcome home, welcome
Welcome home, home
home

It's under the strangle of
I only pieces of things that I hate
Like box, this piece of roof
I can't grasp, can't see

A piece of
Days today
a decade ago
Painful to like today

I've been here another year, day
Ocean flies and a child
you complain
To the rotten broken knee

You may be
You may be
You may be in box

A kitchen is a place you prepare
And up
up
up
up