Luyện nghe bài hát The Pillow

A for every passing car
And when they with door ajar
She and whispers, "Que sera"
And her thoughts to the pillow

Her is etched with memories
She finds now joy the sleaze
It's hard when you've been to please
So she turns her to the pillow

Daylight comes, she rests her
The beauty of an bed
She dreams of days
Instead of on tomorrow

She her dreams of shining knights
For pushers, bars and fights
For faces in red light
So she turns her head to the

Those black eyes, they hurt any more
She's heard the jokes and jibes
She's the long arm of the law
So she turns her head to the

Daylight comes, she rests her
The beauty of an bed
She dreams of days
of brooding on tomorrow

Taking was not for fun
It her feel like going on
And now she hurts when it's all
And she her face to the pillow

She takes a and breaks her skin
Sweet force flows from within
The white clouds in her grow dim
And she turns her to the pillow

Sunlight across her head
Pale in a crimson bed
No dreams of days ahead
She'll have no more