Luyện nghe bài hát Dear Ramona

An air of self delusion that no two arms ever contain
This lady is a hypnosis poet and when she speaks her words weep rain
She tiptoes through the side streets in the morning and dark sunshades at night
However she might be her time I don't know you'd have to ask her neighbors

But she ain't ever open up (no)
She ain't gonna open up (no)
Not to no one
My dear

Born in some unnatural that no one father would claim
This daughter saving up commissions from acting but no one's ever seen her
She fixes breakfast for two in the morning and drinks dark at night
Whoever she might be going to bed with, you can about that in her moleskine

But she ever gonna open up (no)
She ain't ever gonna up (no)
Not to no one
My ramona