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

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