Luyện nghe bài hát Four Leaf Clover

Sitting in a mess still
As a kettle blows
Paper back still open
And the is closed

You got a sick mind
You write a for The Times
For all the lovers gone
Who are looking for a

And when the night is
And the drugs are
All you've got is four leaf clover
You inside your coat

And the night is over
And the are gone
You feel the world is colder
You got no one to

Six pages down and lighting up
Her train wreck
She was by her lover
by the road

So apalling scrawling those bullshit
thirsty work
She'll stumble down to the
Just to a flirt

You got a real mind
You a column for The Times
For all the lovers gone
Who are looking for a

And when the night is
And the are gone
All you've got is your leaf clover
You keep your coat

And when the night is
And the drugs are
You feel the world is getting
You got no one to
You got no one to

You got a real mind
You got a real sick

And when the is over
And the drugs are
All you've got is four leaf clover
You inside your coat

And when the is over
And the are gone
You feel the world is colder
You got no one to
You got no one to
You got no one to
You got no one to