Luyện nghe bài hát Abbey Road Medley

You Give Me Your Money
You only give me your paper
And in the middle of you break down
I never you my number
I only my situation
And in the middle of investigation I break
Out of college, money
See no future, pay no
All the money's gone, to go
Any jobber got the
morning, turning back
Yellow lorry slow, to go
But, oh, that magic
to go
Oh, that feeling
to go
to go
Ah Ah Ah
One sweet
Pick up the bags and get in the
we'll be away from here
Step on the gas and wipe that away
One sweet dream true today
true today
Came true
Yes it did (na, na)
One, two, three, four, five, six,
All good go to heaven
One, two, three, four, five, six,
All good children go to
One, two, three, four, five, six,
All children go to heaven
One, two, three, four, five, six,
All good go to heaven
One, two, three, four, five, six,
All children go to heaven
One, two, three, four, five, six,
All good children go to
One, two, three, four, five, six,
All children go to heaven
One, two, three, four, five, six,
All children go to heaven
One, two, three, four, five, six,
All good children go to
Ah
Here the Sun King
Here the Sun King
Everybody's
happy
Here the Sun King
Quando paramucho mi defelice corazon
Mundo pararazzi mi chicka ferdy parasol
Cuesto obrigado tanta mucho cake and eat it
Mean Mr. Mustard sleeps in the
in the dark, tryin to save paper
Sleeps in a hole in the
Saving up to buy him clothes
Keeps a ten bob note up his
Such a old man
a mean old man
His Pam works in the shop
She stops; she's a go-getter
him out to look at the queen
Only place that he's been
shouts out something obscene
Such a old man
old man
Well, you should see Pam
so good-looking, but she looks like a man
Well, you see her in drag
in her polythene bag
Yes, you see Polythene Pam
Yeah, yeah,
Get a of her in jackboots and kilt
She's killer-diller she's dressed to the hilt
the kind of a girl
Who makes the News Of The
Yes, you say that she's attractively built
Yeah, yeah,
(John) coming in the house
(Paul) Oh, out!
She Came In Through The Window
by a silver spoon
But now she her thumb and wonders
By the banks of her own
anybody tell her?
Didn't anybody
Sunday's on the phone to
Tuesday's on the to me
She said she'd always a dancer
She at fifteen clubs a day
And though she I knew the answer
Well, I knew what I not say
And so I the police department
And got a steady job
And though she tried her to help me
She steal, but she could not rob
Didn't tell her?
Didn't see?
Sunday's on the phone to
on the phone to me
Oh,
there was a way
To get homeward
Once there was a way to get back
Sleep, pretty do not cry
And I will a lullaby
Slumbers fill your eyes
Smiles awake you when you
Sleep darling, do not cry
And I will a lullaby.
there was a way
To get back
Once there was a way to get back
Sleep, pretty do not cry
And I will a lullaby
Boy, gonna Carry That Weight
Carry That a long time
Boy, gonna Carry That Weight
Carry That a long time
I never you my pillow
I only send you my
And in the of the celebrations
I down
Boy, you're gonna That Weight
Carry That Weight a long
Boy, you're gonna Carry That
Carry That a long time
Oh yeah!
All right!
Are you going to be in my tonight?
Love you, love you, love you, love you, love you, you
you, love you, love you, love you, love you, love you
Love you, love you, love you, you, love you, love you
Love you, love you, love you, you, love you, love you
Love you, you, love you, love you, love you, love you
And, in The End
The you take
Is equal to the love you
Her a pretty nice girl
But she have a lot to say
Her majesty's a nice girl
But she from day to day
I want to tell her I love her a lot
But I got to get a bellyful of
Her majesty's a real girl
Someday I'm going to her mine Oh yeah,
Someday I'm to make her mine