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

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