Luyện nghe bài hát Deny, Deny, Deny

That wasn't me at a to three
in our backyard
Tearin' up the roses and the home tomatoes
In my new car
Those in the driveway and the bottles in the hall
Well, I don't where they came from
It must be burglars in the
I sure hope catch those bums

I know you've got your own of the truth
There's only three left now I can do
Deny, deny,

Well I was allegedly dropped by a truck waitress
At our door
Now who you gonna believe, your lovin' daddy
Or those eyes of yours
That lipstick on my collar, you found this mornin'
Well that's not at all
I was just in a hurry to get to you honey
Had a little fall

Oh, yeah you've got own version of the truth
There's three things left now I can do
Deny, deny,

Oh, please don't the phone
Hey, ain't it bein' home and alone like this
That cigarette voice for her big boy
Why should I know who is
Yeah I it looks bad
But lookin' at a victim of a circumstance or two
Oh, what is it now seems nothin'
I do pleases you

I know got your own version of the truth
There's only three things now I can do
Deny, deny,

Oh, deny, deny,