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

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