Luyện nghe bài hát The Pillow

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

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

Daylight comes, she her head
The beauty of an bed
She dreams of happy
Instead of brooding on

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

Those eyes, they don't hurt any more
She's heard the jokes and jibes
felt the long arm of the law
So she turns her to the pillow

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

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

She a blade and breaks her skin
Sweet life's force flows from
The white clouds in her head dim
And she turns her face to the

creeps across her head
Pale in a crimson bed
No of happy days ahead
have no more tomorrows