Luyện nghe bài hát Donald & Lydia

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

Lydia, Lydia hid her like a cat
her small eyes sunk deep in her fat
She romance magazines up in her room
And felt just like Sunday on Saturday

But dreaming just comes
Like the first breath a baby
Like feeding daisies
Like the love hidden deep in heart

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

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

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

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

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

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