Luyện nghe bài hát Eight Crazy Hours

It was somethin' as as makin' the bed
That kicked off the voice inside her
She was smoothin' the with the palm of her hand
the thought struck home, I don't know who I am

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

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 wanted to call her

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

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

It was as simple as pickin' up the kids
That brought her to Earth again
been to the dark side of the moon
And she had to it to herself
She a bucket of chicken for supper

Oh, but she looked more carefree, and she looked more
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 as simple as not givin' up
And eight hours in the story of love