Luyện nghe bài hát Eight Crazy Hours

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

And she sat cross on the bedroom floor
And thought there's three in this house
That don't me anymore
And she cried like a baby in a pile of dirty

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

It was somethin' as simple as just in
To that cheap out on Highway 10
Was it the of leavin' or usin' her maiden name
That took all of the fun out of away?
And she like a baby in the tub of room 5

Oh, I be more carefree? Should I be more sexy?
Should I be more friend mom?
And her head was buzzin', and the TV was
And she wanted to her husband

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

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

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