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 rusted habits
I can't believe myself and I can stand it anymore

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

It's Wednesday mornin', I you may have tried to cheat
I smell the perfume on the inside of your
I admit I know I can be quite obsessive
I get dramatic and I'm 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 or real communication
And all the tricks my brain plays on my nerves they need to end

It's Friday mornin', thank god the weekend's 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 hotel in Southeast Asia

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