Luyện nghe bài hát Chelsea Monday

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

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

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

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

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

John, did you see the standard about four hours ago?
Fished a chick out of the old father
hair, blue eyes
She said she wanted to be an actress or
Nobody knows where she from, where she was going
thing was she had a smile on her face
She was
a waste

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