Luyện nghe bài hát Cliches

By: buffett

She's got a ballpark
got a ballpoint pen
They travel around for weeks at a
Writin' down descriptions of the they been

She plays guitar but nothin'
With no intention of becomin' a
thing that's botherin' him these days
Is where he's find a good ten-cent cigar

Good
To say you mean
what you say

She never did make her
He never made it to
She's eighty-sixed the chart room
He's twenty nine and pushin' thirty real

funny when they get to rockin'
Goin' out for a on the town
Takin' pictures that are never in focus
Just to look at they finally slow down

moon
So
Wishin' every month of the could be june

always tuned into star trek
She's tuned into him
Hidin' his cookies when he gets the
Tryin' just to keep the boy slim

Tonight they're gonna go star
An' try to figure out which one they're
But try as they might I don't think reach the height
You you can't get there from here

moon
So
Wishin' month of the year could be june

Good
To say you mean
what you say
To say you mean
Mean you say