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

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