Luyện nghe bài hát Chelsea Monday

Evening standard: one!
Evening late one!...

Catalogue princess, apprentice
Hiding in her cellophane world in town
the prince in his white capri
Dynamic young courts the bedsit queen

She's the actress in this bedroom scene
She's learning her lines from glossy
Stringing all her pearls from her childhood
Auditioning for the role on the silver screen

Patience my tinsel angel, my perfumed child
One day they really love you, you'll charm them with smile
But for now it's just another chelsea monday, monday.

with her incense in the labyrinth of london,
Playing games with faces in the wonderland
Perform to scattered shadows on the shattered aisles
Would she dare recite soliloquies at the of stark applause,
To chelsea

She'll pray for endless sundays as she saffron sunsets
Conjure phantom lovers from the tattered of dawn,
Fulfilled and yet forgotten the st. mirage
Fragrant aphrodisiac, the tuberose,
Of chelsea monday, sweet chelsea

Patience my tinsel angel, patience my perfumed
One day they really love you, you'll them with that smile
But for now it's another chelsea monday, sweet chelsea monday

(spoken:) hello john, did you see the standard about four hours
Fished a young chick out of the old
Blond hair, eyes
She said she to be an actress or something
Nobody knows where she from, where she was going
thing was she had a smile on her face
She was
a waste!

Catalogue princess, apprentice
Buried in her cellophane in glitter town,
Of monday