🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Ghosts - Gabrielle Aplin

 I'm sick and tired 
  out my window
 I've learnt  past experience,
 Rain can't  flowers grow
 
 Friends don't stick 
 They go  way the wind blows
 You're never  and sound,
 Until all  doors are closed...
  are closed...
  are closed...
 
  you're awake on your own
 Shadows turn  ghosts
 When  awake on your own
  turn into ghosts
 
 Oh, oh, 
 
 Soon it will all  apart,
 And their roads will have  way
  you'll be the one laughing as,
  fences fade away
 
 And instead of being  there,
  all alone
 Break down the  you made of match sticks,
 And  fire to their throne...
 To their 
 To  throne...
 
 When  awake on your own
 Shadows turn into 
  you're awake on your own
 Shadows turn  ghosts
 
 Home becomes what you're scared  the most
 Home becomes what you're scared  the most
 When shadows turn  ghosts
 Just what  scared of the most...
 
 I'm pulling pictures off the 
 Watching smiles as  fall...
 (2x)
 
 I'm  pictures off the wall
 Watching  as they fall
 Pulling pictures off  wall...
 
 I'm pulling pictures of  wall
 Watching smiles as  fall...
 
 When you're awake on your 
 Shadows turn into 
  you're awake on your own
 Shadows  into ghosts
 
 Home becomes what you're scared of  most
 Home  what you're scared of the most
 When shadows  into ghosts
  what you're scared of the most...