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

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