🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Ghosts - Gabrielle Aplin

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