Luyện nghe bài hát Eight Crazy Hours

It was as simple as makin' the bed
That off the voice inside her head
She was the sheet with the palm of her hand
When the thought struck home, I know who I am

And she sat cross legged on the floor
And thought there's three people in house
That need me anymore
And she cried like a baby in a pile of dirty

Oh, should I be more Should I be more sexy?
I be more friend than mom?
And the dryer was buzzin', and the TV was
And she to call her mama

It was somethin' as simple as just in
To that cheap motel out on 10
Was it the sting of leavin' or usin' her maiden
That took all of the fun out of runnin'
And she cried a baby in the tub of room 5

Oh, should I be more carefree? Should I be more
Should I be more than mom?
And her was buzzin', and the TV was blarin'
And she wanted to her husband

It was somethin' as simple as up the kids
That brought her back to Earth
She'd to the dark side of the moon
And she had to keep it to
She grabbed a bucket of for supper

Oh, but she looked carefree, and she looked more sexy
And she more friend than mom
The table talk, it was buzzin', and the TV, it was
And all sat and laughed at each other

It was somethin' as simple as not up
And eight crazy hours in the story of