Luyện nghe bài hát Vicky's Box

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

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

Says he's a man and his
And his hair and his
Say a man

He won't ride
He ride anymore
He ride anymore

Home is a rage feels like a
Home is you read
How you breathe,
is how you live

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

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

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

A of past
Days today
Like a ago
Painful to remember today

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

You may be
You may be
You may be in box

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