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

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