Luyện nghe bài hát Abbey Road Medley

You Never Give Me Your
You only give me funny paper
And in the middle of negotiations you break
I never give you my
I only give my
And in the middle of investigation I down
Out of college, spent
See no future, pay no
All the gone, nowhere to go
Any jobber got the
Monday morning, turning
Yellow lorry slow, to go
But, oh, that magic
to go
Oh, magic feeling
to go
to go
Ah Ah Ah
One sweet
Pick up the bags and get in the
Soon we'll be away here
on the gas and wipe that tear away
One sweet dream came true
Came today
true today
Yes it did (na, na)
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 good children go to
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 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
Ah
come the Sun King
Here the Sun King
laughing
Everybody's
Here the Sun King
paramucho mi amore defelice corazon
Mundo mi amore chicka ferdy parasol
Cuesto obrigado tanta mucho cake and eat it
Mean Mr. Mustard sleeps in the
Shaves in the dark, tryin to paper
Sleeps in a hole in the
up to buy him some clothes
Keeps a ten bob note up his
a mean old man
Such a old man
His Pam works in the shop
She never she's a go-getter
him out to look at the queen
Only place he's ever been
Always shouts out obscene
a dirty old man
old man
Well, you see Polythene Pam
so good-looking, but she looks like a man
Well, you see her in drag
Dressed in her bag
Yes, you should see Pam
Yeah, yeah,
Get a of her in jackboots and kilt
She's killer-diller when she's to the hilt
She's the of a girl
Who makes the Of The World
Yes, you could say that she's built
Yeah, yeah,
(John) She's coming in the
(Paul) Oh, out!
She Came In Through The Window
Protected by a spoon
But now she her thumb and wonders
By the banks of her own
Didn't anybody her?
anybody see?
Sunday's on the phone to
on the phone to me
She said she'd been a dancer
She worked at clubs a day
And though she I knew the answer
Well, I what I could not say
And so I the police department
And got myself a job
And though she tried her to help me
She could steal, but she not rob
Didn't tell her?
Didn't see?
Sunday's on the to Monday
Tuesday's on the to me
Oh,
there was a way
To get homeward
there was a way to get back home
Sleep, pretty do not cry
And I will a lullaby
Golden Slumbers fill your
Smiles you when you rise
pretty darling, do not cry
And I sing a lullaby.
Once was a way
To get back
Once was a way to get back home
Sleep, darling; do not cry
And I sing a lullaby
Boy, you're gonna That Weight
Carry That a long time
Boy, you're gonna That Weight
Carry Weight a long time
I give you my pillow
I send you my invitations
And in the of the celebrations
I down
Boy, you're gonna Carry Weight
That Weight a long time
Boy, you're gonna That Weight
Carry That Weight a long
Oh yeah!
All right!
Are you going to be in my dreams
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, 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, love you
And, in The End
The love you
Is equal to the you make
Her Majesty's a pretty nice
But she doesn't a lot to say
Her majesty's a nice girl
But she from day to day
I want to tell her that I her a lot
But I got to get a bellyful of
Her a real nice girl
Someday I'm going to her mine Oh yeah,
I'm going to make her mine