Luyện nghe bài hát Dress Like Your Mother

Friday's gym and sunday's
He sees an analyst on tuesday
She's no happier him
She likes to hear her own voice talking
Oh well have you her face
Soaked in and foolishness
They say when you and left
Your parents didn't notice

50 to go, ooh la la
And it to me that you're all dead already

works on style mags
Thin girls with in her pictures
Halfway down she lost
I think call it butterfingers
Oh it's a cosy place
domestic flare-ups
Oh well have you her face
She actually believes in

You sold your old records
Read the instead
You lost your sense of
But you the queen is dead
You look yourself
You dress your mother