Luyện nghe bài hát Chelsea Monday

Catalogue princess, seductress
Hiding in her cellophane world in town
Awaiting the prince in his 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 dreams
Auditioning for the leading on the silver screen

Patience my angel, patience my perfumed child
One day they really love you, you'll charm them with smile
But for now it's just Chelsea Monday
Monday

In the of dreamers
Drifting with her incense in the of London
Playing games faces in the neon wonderland
Perform to scattered on the shattered cobbled aisles
Would she dare soliloquies at the risk of stark applause
To Chelsea

She'll pray for endless Sundays as she enters saffron
Conjure phantom from the tattered shreds of dawn
Fulfilled and yet the St.Tropez mirage
aphrodisiac, the withered tuberose
Of Monday
Sweet 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 Monday

Hello John, did you see the about four hours ago?
Fished a chick out of the old father
Blond hair, eyes
She said she wanted to be an or something
Nobody knows where she came from, where she was
Funny thing was she had a smile on her
She was
a waste

Catalogue princess, seductress
Buried in her cellophane in glitter town
Of Chelsea
Chelsea
She was dreaming
She was dreaming
Chelsea
She was dreaming
She was only
Monday
She was only
She was only
She was dreaming
She was dreaming