Luyện nghe bài hát Chelsea Monday

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

Catalogue princess, apprentice
Hiding in her cellophane in glitter town
Awaiting the in his white capri
Dynamic young tarzan courts the bedsit

She's playing the actress in this scene
She's her lines from glossy magazines
Stringing all her from her childhood dreams
Auditioning for the leading role on the silver

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

Drifting her incense in the labyrinth of london,
Playing games with in the neon wonderland
to scattered shadows on the shattered cobbled aisles
Would she dare recite soliloquies at the risk of applause,
To chelsea

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

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

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

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