Luyện nghe bài hát Deny, Deny, Deny

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

I know you've got own version of the truth
only three things left now I can do
Deny, deny,

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

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

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

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

Oh, deny, deny,