Luyện nghe bài hát A Down and Dusky Blonde

I fried my head, I'm not a
I'm a and dusky blonde
I am in a tree
I lie in bed I see
Beyond my brother's head the moon, I hear the

I am of my voice as a tool
It's demure
Than your the singing queen
With her matinee good
She like talking from a book
I speak the of my village, of my street

But I need a friend and I you
I you the way I feel
The is crushing like a heel
I forget the kiss and feel if you will too

It's a drag you're getting old
I love to think about the
When we sobbed and then we
The town deserted a film
Your crushing me

the country and the tunnels and the fields
I read a book a day, like an
But I did not eat
And so the doctor to me
He said a woman does not
By the printed
yourself and eat
Autumn sped outside

Trick on speed
I was locked a room
They a deal, they would control
The simple like bodies

But I kept my
When I needed someone I you
the fledgling soul awakes
And on the she quakes
And she is waiting for the
And when the brother does not
And the sister's much to young, she chooses you