Luyện nghe bài hát Chelsea Monday

Catalogue princess, seductress
in her cellophane world in glitter town
Awaiting the prince in his white
Dynamic young Tarzan courts the bedsit

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

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

In the of dreamers
Drifting with her in the labyrinth of London
games with faces in the neon wonderland
Perform to scattered shadows on the shattered cobbled
Would she dare recite soliloquies at the risk of applause
To Monday

She'll pray for endless Sundays as she saffron sunsets
Conjure lovers from the tattered shreds of dawn
and yet forgotten the St.Tropez mirage
Fragrant aphrodisiac, the withered
Of Monday
Sweet Chelsea

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

Hello John, did you see the standard about hours ago?
Fished a young chick out of the old
Blond hair, eyes
She she wanted to be an actress or something
knows where she came from, where she was going
Funny thing was she had a on her face
She was
What a

Catalogue princess, apprentice
in her cellophane world in glitter town
Of Monday
Monday
She was only
She was only
Monday
She was dreaming
She was only
Monday
She was only
She was only
She was only
She was only