Luyện nghe bài hát Conversations With Emily

Hey pretty, what's on your
Nothing here, an night
Fed up and sick, of me
My thin boy voice everything

Oh, sweetheart, say such things
We don't know, listening
Don't talk, smile
Just silently on by

My says "Oh lad
has she done
To my innocent boy?
My favorite late someone"

I wish you were to kiss me
And scream damn it lad, I need you
Emily rolls in bed and says
"Is it so bad?"

Hey pretty, are you sad?
Questions, I not ask
Fed up and sick, of this
Such simple things, I

Oh sweetheart, say such things
We don't know, listening
The only thing can fill this gap
Is the one who doesn't me back

My says "Oh lad
How can this last?"
As long as it takes to get attention
So at last

I you were here to hold me
And scream, "Damn it lad, I you back"
Emily over in bed and says
"You want that"

So my advice to you
This turned out different
But it
So get it

But don't you it reassuring?
That one glowing
My boy
It won't snow where she is