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

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