Luyện nghe bài hát Woman In The Wall

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

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

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

I hear her cry all day, all
I hear her voice from deep within the
Made a cross knitting needles
Made a from hoover bags
Especially for the woman in the

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

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

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

I hear her cry all day, all
I hear her voice from within the wall
a cross from knitting needles
Made a grave from hoover
for the woman 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 hear her voice deep within the wall
a cross from knitting needles
Made a grave Hoover bags

for the woman in the wall
In the wall, in the wall, in the
In the wall, in the wall, in the

In the wall, in the