Luyện nghe bài hát Days Of The Week

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

It's mornin', I file my nails and wash my hair
You're sleepin' like I'm hardly even there
The smell of tangerines are through the window
I wonder if someday I'll turn into 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 admit I know I can be obsessive
I get dramatic and I'm ready to it to the Lord

It's Thursday mornin', I could be pregnant, be bored
I want to love you, I to be the staple sword
We be out of soap or real communication
And all the my little 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 from here
So I can tell you I am a secret agent
Who's in a small hotel in Southeast Asia

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