🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Ghosts - Gabrielle Aplin

 I'm sick and  of,
 Hanging  my window
 I've  from past experience,
 Rain can't make flowers 
 
 Friends don't stick 
 They go which  the wind blows
 You're never  and sound,
 Until all your doors are 
 Doors are 
 Doors  closed...
 
  you're awake on your own
  turn into ghosts
 When  awake on your own
  turn into ghosts
 
  oh, oh
 
 Soon it will all fall 
 And their roads will have no 
 And you'll be  one laughing as,
 Their fences fade 
 
 And  of being left there,
 Feeling all 
  down the house you made of match sticks,
 And set, fire to  throne...
 To  throne...
 To  throne...
 
 When you're awake on your 
 Shadows turn into 
 When  awake on your own
  turn into ghosts
 
 Home  what you're scared of the most
 Home becomes what  scared of the most
 When shadows turn  ghosts
  what you're scared of the most...
 
 I'm  pictures off the wall
 Watching smiles  they fall...
 (2x)
 
 I'm pulling  off the wall
 Watching smiles as  fall
  pictures off the wall...
 
  pulling pictures of the wall
 Watching smiles as they 
 
 When  awake on your own
  turn into ghosts
 When you're awake  your own
 Shadows turn  ghosts
 
 Home becomes what you're scared of  most
 Home becomes what  scared of the most
 When  turn into ghosts
 Just what you're scared of  most...