Luyện nghe bài hát Woman In The Wall

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

Well, he was very rarely drunk but rarely sober
And he think the problem was his drink
But he only knew his problem he knocked her over
And when the rotting flesh to stink

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

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

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

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

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 knitting needles
Made a grave hoover bags
Especially for the in the wall
In the wall, in the wall, in the

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

I her cry all day, all night
I hear her voice from deep within the
Made a cross knitting needles
Made a grave from 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