Luyện nghe bài hát 1229 Sheffield

(Brian Ark)
day of deflating your face into tears
I your mood with the game and a bottle of beer
the day I fell off of the wagon you threw up your in disgust
you stay but there's just not
of a call for a neighborhood cheerleader
who married the living next door
honeymoon weekend was spent at your parents
back then you get the best of me
I don't anyone placing a gun to our heads
we traded a trip 'round the for a family instead
our were dispersing while you were still nursing our boy
and since there is just not
much of a call for a cheerleader
who married the president living next
whose first year of marriage was at your parents
I get there much anymore
The pet names that you gave me, we had given the pets
I still come you call them, just to be sure
not much of a for a neighborhood cheerleader
or block party mowing his lawn
whose cabinet is empty and mind's full of nicotine
God I can't you love me
I don't have the anymore