Ed Sheeran — The A Team | караоке с текстом и отключением вокала

White lips, pale face. Breathing in 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 18. But lately, her face seems slowly sinking, wasting. Crumbling like pastries as they scream. The worst things in life come free to us. 'Cause we're just under the upper hand. 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. Angels to fly. Ripped gloves, raincoat. Tried to swim to stay afloat. Dry house, wet clothes. Loose change, bank notes. Weary-eyed, dry throat. Call girl, no phone. They say she's in the Class A Team. Stuck in her daydream. Been this way since 18. But lately, her face seems slowly sinking, wasting. Crumbling like pastries as they scream. The worst things in life come free to us. 'Cause we're just under the upper hand. 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. Sells love to another man. It's too cold outside. For angels to fly. An angel will die. Covered in white. Closed eyes and hope for a better life. This time, we'll fade out tonight. Straight down line. Oh. They say she's in the Class A Team. Stuck in her daydream. Been this way since 18. But lately, her face seems slowly sinking, wasting. Crumbling like pastries as they scream. The worst things in life come free to us. And we're all under the upper hand. And go mad for a couple grams. And we don't want to go outside tonight. In the pipe, fly to the motherland. Or sell love to another man. It's too cold outside. For angels to fly. Angels to fly. To fly. Fly. For angels to fly. To fly. To fly. Angels to die.