Luyện nghe bài hát Mabel Normand

Natural inner
I guess you could say she's just an unapproachable
Haven't much in her talent
She didn't
No comedienne has not the clown
She did her work,
But her was quietly crying
I guess she felt guilty
even dying
Sad Normand

So my friend is
On a road
His life passes him like an
circumstance
He and his friend are at
And he is not winning...
Why does always have to win?
He it matters...
Strange things do follow when you love
So you put that someone in
How about I call you Exile...

He today
He says, "Don't up"
I ask him, "What are you about?"
I things are not the same...
you've been gone Rome burned down
And still it's all the
So I moved away the house that held nothing
But waiting for
And all through the day's
I went running the sun
And I pray every day for the
In a still and almost silent
He began to hide his
And I learned to say the
Well, just whose side are you on,
You sides
What it matter?
Still you change
Every other day you just sides

So, continue on destructive road
Oh, your life passes me
Like an circumstance
You and friend are at odds
And you are not
Why does someone always to win?
And all those that are run
They patterns
Strange do follow when you love someone
So you put that someone in
And you say, "I'll write a about it and call it Beloved Exile"

Well, her was a gas
Simply everything happened
Well, the old said, yes it was sad
She fought a losing
One day at a
She might even it through tomorrow
Maybe in show, natural inner beauty
I guess you could just say she was unapproachable
Baby,
So beautiful, so
She a losing battle
She might even make it tomorrow
So beautiful, so
Sad we know her