Luyện nghe bài hát Days Of The Week

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

It's Tuesday mornin', I file my nails and my hair
You're still sleepin' like I'm hardly there
The smell of tangerines are floatin' through the
I wonder if someday I'll turn your widow or your maid

It's Wednesday mornin', I think you may have tried to
I smell the perfume on the inside of sleeve
I must I know I can be quite obsessive
I get and I'm ready to confess it to the Lord

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

Friday mornin', thank god the weekend's almost here
Let's get some breakfast and get far away here
So I can you that I am a secret agent
Who's in a small hotel in Southeast Asia

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