Luyện nghe bài hát Continental Breakfast

You won't what I coulda told ya
But I don't believe I've the to let you know
I can say that I'm a man
But I feel like a little boy...

I cherish my friendships
We talk it over continental
In a hotel in Bumble-wherever
Somewhere on the sphere, here

I cherish my intercontinental
Not much big on enemies
So I a can way up into the sun, man
But it falls down a ravine
I don't mean to even think about it way, but I do

Watchin' the waves in at night
From my back porch stoop, porch swing on its own
See it's just an inhabitant of some holy

I walk a bruised ego along shorefront property un-owned to me
But I'm inferior on the interior don't ya see
and sentimental (and after all, its just a rental)
(Like better luck performin' on a priestess)
You won't what I mighta, coulda told ya
But I wouldn't leave ya trippin' out over it
OK, me, but...
(or me)

the waves come in at night
From my porch stoop, porch swing swingin' on its own
See it's an inhabitant of some holy ghost

I cherish my intercontinental
We talk it over continental
In a in East Bumble-wherever
Somewhere on the sphere, here