Luyện nghe bài hát Days Of The Week

It's Monday and the coffee's on the brill
The sun's a warnin', sendin' signals to the
I rise and fall in my accustomed rusted
I can't believe myself and I can stand it anymore

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

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

It's 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 communication
And all the my little brain plays on my nerves they need to end

It's Friday mornin', thank god the almost here
Let's get breakfast and get far away from here
So I can tell you that I am a agent
Who's stationed in a small hotel in Asia

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