Luyện nghe bài hát White Lips Kissed

me up
Only take me in
Through these walls the bites
A draft from all

Why did you not me
On your
Let me in through the
White kissed

Our is a fickle love
Keeps itself in a suitcase
To be to go

I cry
the silver lining shows
But right you understand
You ride with hands

is the
Breathin' you need
So won't be far to fall
You climb tall

Things are
to mean lots
Leave you
And a malady of the soul

Our love is a love
Bet you know
Bet you
Bet you know, is why

I should better than
Anyone ever
as I let go
Everything falls

I cry
When the silver shows
But you're right you
You ride with both

is the
Breathin' you need
So there be far to fall
You mustn't climb

me up
Only take me in
Through these the winter bites
A draft all sides

Of you can
There are in demand
It's a shame and as you
The stain not go