Luyện nghe bài hát Donald & Lydia

Small town, lights, Saturday night
Pinballs and pool halls are their lights
Making behind the counter in a penny arcade
Sat the fat girl daughter of and Ray

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

But just comes natural
Like the first breath from a
Like feeding daisies
Like the love deep in your heart

beds, shaved heads, Saturday night
A of strangers with sixty watt lights
Staring through the ceiling, wanting to be
Lay one of too many, a PFC

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

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

Hot love, cold love, no at all
A portrait of guilt is on the wall
is wrong and nothing is right
Donald and Lydia made that night

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

But dreaming just natural
the first breath from a baby
Like sunshine feeding
the love hidden deep in your heart