🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: The A Team - Ed Sheeran

 White lips,  face
 Breathing  snowflakes
 Burnt lungs,  taste
 Light's gone,  end
 Struggling to  rent
 Long  strange men
 
 And  say
 She's in  Class A Team
  in her daydream
  this way since 18
 But lately  face seems
 Slowly  wasting
  like pastries
 
  they scream
  worst things in life come free to us
  we're just under the upperhand
 And go mad for a couple  grams
 And she don't want to go  tonight
 And in a pipe  flies to the Motherland
 Or  love to another man
  too cold outside
 For angels to 
  to die
 
 Ripped  raincoat
  to swim and stay afloat
 Dry house, wet 
  change, bank notes
  dry throat
 Call girl, no 
 
 And  say
 She's in  Class A Team
 Stuck  her daydream
  this way since 18
 But lately  face seems
  sinking, wasting
  like pastries
 
  they scream
  worst things in life come free to us
 Cos we're just under the 
 And go mad for a  of grams
 But she don't want to go outside 
  in a pipe she flies to the Motherland
  sells love to another man
  too cold outside
 For angels  fly
  to fly
 An  will die
  in white
 Closed eye
 And hoping for a better 
 This time, we'll fade  tonight
 Straight down the 
 
  they say
 She's in the Class A 
 Stuck in  daydream
 Been this way since 
 But lately  face seems
 Slowly sinking, 
 Crumbling like 
 They scream
 The worst things in life come  to us
 And we're all under  upperhand
  mad for a couple of grams
 And we don't want  go outside tonight
 And in a  we fly to the Motherland
 Or sell love to  man
 It's  cold
 For angels to 
 Angels to 
 To fly, 
 Angels  fly, to fly, to fly
 Angels  die