โหลดเพลง mp3 The a Team (Live at the Tabernacle) - Birdy

The A Team(live版) - Birdy
White lips, pale face
Breathing in the snowflakes
Burnt lungs, sour taste

Light's gone, day's end
Struggling to pay rent
Long nights, strange men

And they say
She's in the Class A Team
Stuck in her daydream

Been this way since eighteen, but lately

Her face seems
Slowly sinking, wasting
Crumbling like pastries

And they scream
The worst things in life come free to us
'Cause we're just under the upperhand

And go mad for a couple grams
But she don't want to go outside tonight
And in a pipe, she flies to the Motherland

Or sells love to another man

It's too cold outside
For angels to fly

For angels to fly

Ripped gloves, raincoat
Tried to swim, stay afloat

Dry house, wet clothes

Loose change, bank notes
Weary-eyed, dry throat
Cool girl, no phone

And they say
She's in the Class A Team
Stuck in her daydream

Been this way since eighteen, but lately
Her face seems
Slowly sinking, wasting

Crumbling like pastries

And they scream
The worst things in life come free to us
'Cause we're just under the upperhand

And go mad for a couple grams

And she don't want to go outside tonight
And in a pipe, she flies to the Motherland

Or sells love to another man

It's too cold outside

For angels to fly

For angels to fly...

And they say
She's in the Class A Team
Stuck in her daydream
Been this way since eighteen, but lately
Her face seems
Slowly sinking, wasting

Crumbling like pastries
And they scream
The worst things in life come free to us
'Cause we're just under the upperhand

And go mad for a couple of grams

And she don't want to go outside tonight
And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland

Or sells love to another man

It's too cold outside

For angels to fly

For angels to fly

To fly

For angels to die