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

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