Luyện nghe bài hát Deny, Deny, Deny

That wasn't me at a quarter to
Back in our
Tearin' up the roses and the grown tomatoes
In my new car
Those in the driveway and the bottles in the hall
Well, I don't know where came from
It be burglars in the neighborhood
I sure hope catch those bums

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

Well I was allegedly by a truck stop waitress
At our front
Now who you gonna believe, sweet lovin' daddy
Or lyin' eyes of yours
That lipstick on my collar, that you found mornin'
Well that's not at all
I was just in a to get back to you honey
Had a little fall

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

Oh, don't answer the phone
Hey, ain't it great bein' home and alone this
That voice asking for her big boy
Why I know who that is
I know it looks bad
But you're at a victim of a circumstance or two
Oh, what is it now seems like
I do pleases you

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

Oh, deny, deny,