Luyện nghe bài hát Chelsea Monday

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

She's playing the actress in this bedroom
She's learning her lines from magazines
Stringing all her pearls her childhood dreams
Auditioning for the leading on the silver screen

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

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

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

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

Hello John, did you see the standard about hours ago?
a young chick out of the old father
Blond hair, blue
She she wanted to be an actress or something
Nobody where she came from, where she was going
Funny was she had a smile on her face
She was
What a

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