Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Marry Her

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

I'll never so old and flabby
That never be
Don't her,have me

And your love light like cardboard
But work shoes are glistening
a Phd in 'I told you so'
You've a knighthood in 'I'm not

She'll grab your bollocks
And slowly her knee
Don't her, have me

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

Don't marry her, me

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

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

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

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

And the Sunday sun down on San Francisco Bay
And you realize you make it anyway
You have to the car
Take the kiddies to the

Don't marry her, me

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

Don't marry her, me