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

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