Luyện nghe bài hát Days Of The Week

It's mornin' and the coffee's on the brill
The sun's a warnin', signals to the moon
I rise and in my accustomed rusted habits
I can't myself and I can hardly stand it anymore

Tuesday mornin', I file my nails and wash my hair
You're still sleepin' like I'm even there
The of tangerines are floatin' through the window
I wonder if someday I'll turn into your or your maid

It's mornin', I think you may have tried to cheat
I the perfume on the inside of your sleeve
I must admit I I can be quite obsessive
I get dramatic and I'm to confess it to the Lord

It's Thursday mornin', I be pregnant, could be bored
I want to love you, I want to be the staple
We might be out of soap or communication
And all the tricks my little plays on my nerves they need to end

It's Friday mornin', god the weekend's almost here
get some breakfast and get far away from here
So I can tell you I am a secret agent
stationed in a small hotel in Southeast Asia

But that's a lie, you know I've never even been
I tend to get bored with my own head
And try to make you