Luyện nghe bài hát Chelsea Monday

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

She's playing the actress in this scene
She's learning her lines glossy magazines
Stringing all her pearls her childhood dreams
Auditioning for the role on the silver screen

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

In the of dreamers
with her incense in the labyrinth of London
Playing games with in the neon wonderland
Perform to shadows on the shattered cobbled aisles
Would she dare recite soliloquies at the of stark applause
To Chelsea

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

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

Hello John, did you see the standard about four hours
Fished a young chick out of the old
hair, blue eyes
She said she wanted to be an 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 glitter
Of Chelsea
Chelsea
She was dreaming
She was only
Chelsea
She was dreaming
She was dreaming
Chelsea
She was dreaming
She was only
She was only
She was only