Other Exercises
Young Blood 
Easy
by Norah Jones
Fill In the blanks, then press Score to check your answers
I'll pretend
My heart's not on fire if you steal
My true love's name down subway
In this city of spires
Tape your picture his in the frame
We'll imagine
We're sleeping wedding
In a strange SoHo
Our chambers hold collars
Gun down werewolves wherever we go we
Gun down wherever we go
calls
In the back of a Mustang
Creased white right from the spine
my neck with a crooked, fang
You always hoped one day you'd be mine
Threw our fathers
On funeral pyres I'm not sure
We were playing a game busted gasket
In a of liars
No one noticed we set five boroughs aflame
No one noticed we set five boroughs aflame
...
Young blood
Young bone
Old ghosts
Go home
Band of gold
With a implied you wrote letters
That you never I made promises
I'll always deny
Now we'll never know what the other meant
is ticking
Like a gone berserk
Lost the chance to wind the key roosters are nothing
But clucking clockwork
Our fears are only we tell them to be
Our are only what we tell to be
Drown the last of our matches
Burn the rest of other
You I for breath
the thick of smoke we'll finally smother
...
blood
Young bone
Old ghosts
Go home
Young blood
Young bone
Old ghosts
Go home
Young blood
bone
Old ghosts
Go home
Young blood
Young bone
Old ghosts
Go home
...
My heart's not on fire if you steal
My true love's name down subway
In this city of spires
Tape your picture his in the frame
We'll imagine
We're sleeping wedding
In a strange SoHo
Our chambers hold collars
Gun down werewolves wherever we go we
Gun down wherever we go
calls
In the back of a Mustang
Creased white right from the spine
my neck with a crooked, fang
You always hoped one day you'd be mine
Threw our fathers
On funeral pyres I'm not sure
We were playing a game busted gasket
In a of liars
No one noticed we set five boroughs aflame
No one noticed we set five boroughs aflame
...
Young blood
Young bone
Old ghosts
Go home
Band of gold
With a implied you wrote letters
That you never I made promises
I'll always deny
Now we'll never know what the other meant
is ticking
Like a gone berserk
Lost the chance to wind the key roosters are nothing
But clucking clockwork
Our fears are only we tell them to be
Our are only what we tell to be
Drown the last of our matches
Burn the rest of other
You I for breath
the thick of smoke we'll finally smother
...
blood
Young bone
Old ghosts
Go home
Young blood
Young bone
Old ghosts
Go home
Young blood
bone
Old ghosts
Go home
Young blood
Young bone
Old ghosts
Go home
...
Click any word to get definition.
( Automatic Translation )
Con tecnología de Microsoft® Translator
