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

 White  pale face
 Breathing in 
 Burnt lungs, sour 
 Light's  day's end
  to pay rent
 Long nights,  men
 
 And  say
 She's in the Class A 
 Stuck in  daydream
 Been this way  18
 But  her face seems
  sinking, wasting
 Crumbling like 
 
 And  scream
 The worst things in  come free to us
 Cos we're  under the upperhand
  go mad for a couple of grams
 And she don't  to go outside tonight
 And in a  she flies to the Motherland
 Or sells love  another man
 It's  cold outside
 For  to fly
  to die
 
 Ripped gloves, 
 Tried  swim and stay afloat
 Dry house, wet 
 Loose  bank notes
 Weary-eyed, dry 
 Call girl,  phone
 
 And they 
 She's in the Class  Team
 Stuck in  daydream
 Been  way since 18
 But lately her face 
 Slowly sinking, 
 Crumbling  pastries
 
 And they 
 The worst things in life  free to us
 Cos we're just under the 
 And go mad for a couple of 
 But she don't want  go outside tonight
  in a pipe she flies to the Motherland
  sells love to another man
 It's  cold outside
  angels to fly
 Angels  fly
 An angel will 
 Covered  white
 Closed eye
 And hoping  a better life
 This time, we'll fade  tonight
 Straight down  line
 
 And  say
 She's  the Class A Team
 Stuck in  daydream
 Been this  since 18
 But lately her face 
 Slowly sinking, 
 Crumbling like 
 They scream
 The worst things  life come free to us
  we're all under the upperhand
 Go mad  a couple of grams
 And we don't want  go outside tonight
 And in a pipe  fly to the Motherland
 Or sell love to another 
  too cold
 For  to fly
  to fly
  fly, fly
 Angels to fly, to fly, to 
 Angels  die