Luyện nghe bài hát Woman In The Wall

He was just a social but social every night
He enjoyed a or two or three or four
She was just a thinker, silent every night
He'd enjoy the thought of her before

Well, he was very drunk but very rarely sober
And he didn't think the problem was his
But he knew his problem when he knocked her over
And when the rotting began to stink

Cry freedom for the woman in the
Cry for she has no voice at all

I her cry all day, all night
I hear her from deep within the wall
Made a cross from needles
Made a grave from hoover
Especially for the woman in the

She'd him a jumper with dominoes on
So he wore it everyday in week
Pretended to himself that she hadn't really
He pretended that he thought he heard her

At last it seemed he was really winning
And he felt he had some sort of grip
But all of his new life was sent
When the rotting began to drip

Cry freedom for the woman in the
Cry for she has no voice at all

I her cry all day, all night
I hear her from deep within the wall
Made a cross from knitting
a grave from hoover bags
Especially for the in the wall
In the wall, in the wall, in the

Cry for the woman in the wall
Cry freedom for she has no at all

I her cry all day, all night
I her voice from deep within the wall
Made a cross from needles
a grave from Hoover bags

Especially for the in the wall
In the wall, in the wall, in the
In the wall, in the wall, in the

In the wall, in the