Luyện nghe bài hát Caruso

No, I'm not today.
Je Salome... I am romantic
Je Apollo... I am gigantic
Hey! Stronzo,
I'm standing to you in the supermarket
Yeah! are obvious, I am oblivious
Salome, Apollo, in
I walked on the to touch the stars,
A in my lifetime.
Oh momma! My Rosa! an early age
I was and abused, no more those bad reviews
Take me to '72 my coo ca choo,
Oh! was bliss,
Spunk-a-flow, to the joy of my first
I'm not me... I'm not me... I'm not me... not me...
Non io!
Oh my lord, I'm so bored, on the TV?
Do we need these pissy popstars
When there's not of me!
Oh Dada, my Dali, un de Lou Lou...
I am the art in party,
Not a twist cap bore.
It's tough in the queue, as unto a platform shoe,
Oh! underfoot,
I'm Fred Astaire, I face the and dance.
I'm not me... I'm not me... I'm not me... not me...
No I'm not myself...
Oh glorioso deliver us not frustration
Salome, Apollo, in Technicolour,
I walked on the moon to the stars.
Hey Stronzo... Ancora!
I'm not me... I'm not me... I'm not me... not me...
Non io!
ho... heave ho...
Leonardo! Brando! Machiavelli!
And Belly!
A millionaire curly hair, I'm your burning empire.
Garbo! Andy Warhol! And his jam-roll!
Nero his violin, Seezer his accordian
I'm sitting in the watching the dirty water
down the plughole... and on my stereo...
..is Caruso.