Luyện nghe bài hát Days Of The Week

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

It's Tuesday mornin', I file my and wash my hair
You're still like I'm hardly even 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 the perfume on the inside of your sleeve
I must admit I I can be quite obsessive
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 to be the staple sword
We might be out of soap or real
And all the tricks my little brain plays on my they need to end

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

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