Luyện nghe bài hát Deny, Deny, Deny

That wasn't me at a quarter to
Back in our
Tearin' up the roses and the home grown
In my new car
bottles 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 they catch those 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 front
Now who you believe, your sweet lovin' daddy
Or those lyin' of yours
That on my collar, that you found this mornin'
that's not lipstick 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
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 like
That cigarette voice for her big boy
Why should I who that is
I know it looks bad
But you're lookin' at a victim of a or two
Oh, what is it now like nothin'
I do ever you

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

Oh, deny, deny,