Luyện nghe bài hát Warm Oily Voices

Baby Dark in a winter of Coral
And sheets of powdering

In a somewhere wont you visit us there
But you drink up wine and you go

The people next door are making these
Seeping into this dream
The cars in the street there warm oily voices
to whisper the theme

The smoke in place must have gone to your head
And falling and flailing down (YEAH)
And the keeps ticking outside on the road
And the ******* of town

The people next door are making noises
Seeping into this
The cars in the street with there warm voices
to whisper the theme

Morning brings aching, amnesia , like a tray of
colours and
In an old river bed of and reds
And your hands and feet are ice

The people door are making these noises
into this dream
The cars in the street with there warm voices
to whisper the theme
The people next are making these noises
into this dream
The people next door are making these
Seeping into this