Luyện nghe bài hát Chelsea Monday

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

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

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 Chelsea
Chelsea

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

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

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

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

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