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 fall in my accustomed rusted
I can't believe myself and I can hardly it anymore

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

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

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

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

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