Luyện nghe bài hát Bedsitter

Sunday going slow, I'm talking to the radio
Clothes and records on the floor, the memories of the night
Out in Clubland having fun and now I'm hiding the sun
Waiting for a visitor no-one knows I'm here for sure

Dancing, laughing, drinking,
And now I'm all alone in land
My home

I think it's time to cook a meal to fill the I feel
my money going out, I've nothing in I'm left without
Clean my and comb my hair and look for something new to wear
And start the nightlife again and kid myself I'm having fun

Dancing, laughing, drinking,
And now I'm all alone in land
My home

I look out from my window view that nothing else to do
Read a book maybe write a letter, mother, things are better
Watch the mirror count the lines, the scars of all the good times
Look around and I can see a thousand people just me

Dancing, laughing, drinking,
And now I'm all alone in land
My only

Dancing, laughing, drinking,
And now I'm all in bedsit land
My home
Dancing, laughing, drinking,