Luyện nghe bài hát Donald & Lydia

Small town, bright lights, Saturday
Pinballs and pool halls are flashing lights
Making change behind the counter in a arcade
Sat the fat daughter of Virginia and Ray

Lydia, Lydia hid her like a cat
Behind her small sunk deep in her fat
She read magazines up in her room
And felt like Sunday on Saturday afternoon

But dreaming comes natural
Like the first breath from a
sunshine feeding daisies
Like the love hidden in your heart

Bunk beds, shaved heads, night
A warehouse of with sixty watt lights
Staring the ceiling, just wanting to be
Lay one of too many, a PFC

Donald, there spaces between Donald and whatever he said
Strangers had forced him to live in his
He the details of romantic scenes
After midnight in the stillness of the latrine

But dreaming comes natural
Like the first from a baby
Like sunshine daisies
Like the love hidden deep in heart

Hot love, love, no love at all
A portrait of guilt is hung on the
Nothing is wrong and is right
Donald and made love that night

Love, they love in the mountains, they made love in the streams
They made love in the valleys, they love in their dreams
But when they finished there was nothing to say
'Cause they made love from ten miles away

But dreaming just comes
Like the first from a baby
Like sunshine daisies
Like the love hidden deep in your