Luyện nghe bài hát Warm Oily Voices

Baby sleep Dark in a winter of
And of powdering snow

In a cafe somewhere wont you visit us
But you up your wine and you go

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

The smoke in this place must have gone to your
And we're falling and down (YEAH)
And the metre keeps ticking on the road
And the outskirts of town

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

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

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