Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Marry Her

Think of you with and slippers
of her in bed
Laying there just watching
Think of me

I'll never so old and flabby
That never be
marry her,have me

And your love light shines like
But your work shoes are
She's a Phd in 'I you so'
You've a in 'I'm not listening'

She'll grab your sweaty
And slowly her knee
Don't marry her, me

And the Sunday sun down on San Francisco Bay
And you realize you can't make it
You to wash the car
the kiddies to the park

Don't marry her, me

lovely Sunday mornings
With brought in bed
Those blackbirds like knitting needles
Trying to peck your

Those birds will peck your out
And away the key
Don't marry her, me

And the kitchen's tidy
And the bathroom's always
She's a diploma in 'just things'
You've a in 'low esteem'

your socks smell of angels
But life smells of Brie
Don't her, have me

And the Sunday sun shines on San Francisco Bay
And you realize you can't make it
You to wash the car
Take the to the park

Don't her, have me

And the Sunday sun shines down on San Bay
And you you can't make it anyway
You have to the car
the kiddies to the park

Don't her, have me