Luyện nghe bài hát Chelsea Monday

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hello John, did you see the about 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 thing was she had a on her face
She was
What a

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