Luyện nghe bài hát Wicked Things

Your Mother's got bags of good
The don'ts exceed the
But not you
All it takes is a nerve
As I close in for the
Just still

What could a girl believe
The wicked things he'd
could make a girl believe
The wicked he'd say?
by the grace of God

He'll be the bugle boy on day
All the running wild,
politics are street,
But elite

The revolution's
The dream is true
But not for you

All it is a little nerve
As they in for the kill
You stand still

What could make a believe
The wicked he'd say?
What could a girl believe
The wicked things say?
Like by the of God

He'll be the boy on judgment day
Why must Joe reap
The wicked seed they
Maybe Joe hides

From he hates to know
If Joe on this way
An honest wind will come and blow