Luyện nghe bài hát Woman In The Wall

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

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

Cry freedom for the 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 knitting
Made a grave from hoover
Especially for the woman in the

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

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

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

I hear her cry all day, all
I hear her voice from within the wall
Made a from knitting needles
Made a grave from bags
Especially for the in the wall
In the wall, in the wall, in the

Cry freedom for the woman in the
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 woman in the
In the wall, in the wall, in the
In the wall, in the wall, in the

In the wall, in the