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 lines from magazines
Stringing all her pearls from her childhood
Auditioning for the leading role on the screen

Patience my tinsel angel, my perfumed child
One day they really love you, you'll charm them with that
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 shadows on the cobbled aisles
she dare recite soliloquies at the risk of stark applause
To Chelsea

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

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

Hello John, did you see the standard four hours ago?
a young chick out of the old father
Blond hair, eyes
She said she to be an actress or something
Nobody knows where she came from, 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 town
Of Monday
Monday
She was dreaming
She was only
Monday
She was only
She was only
Chelsea
She was dreaming
She was only
She was only
She was dreaming