Luyện nghe bài hát Chelsea Monday

Catalogue princess, seductress
Hiding in her cellophane world in town
the prince in his white Capri
Dynamic young Tarzan the bedsit queen

She's the actress in this bedroom scene
She's learning her from glossy magazines
all her pearls from her childhood dreams
Auditioning for the leading role on the silver

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

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

She'll pray for Sundays as she enters saffron sunsets
phantom lovers from the tattered shreds of dawn
Fulfilled and yet forgotten the St.Tropez
Fragrant aphrodisiac, the tuberose
Of Chelsea
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
Sweet Chelsea

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

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