Luyện nghe bài hát A Train Roars

Outside a roars, the clatter is deafening
Louder than everything, drowns you were saying
And the boys get on the back of train
Their clamor is deafening, louder than
And they no warning

And me in my red shirts
And my shirt hangs at the neck
The is always passing through
The is always passing through

Male passengers turn heads following the passage
Of a beautiful running from carriage to carriage
And it ploughs through the city and rides the train
It ploughs a primal instinct to rail better sense

Train is always passing
is always passing through
Train is passing through
The train is passing through

on train
Come on
Come on

And the bodies on the back of the
They of greedy sex
Leave a of instinct and [Incomprehensible]

And me in my bloodstained
My body hangs open at the

It is always passing
It is always passing
The is always passing through
The is always passing through
me, through me, through me