Luyện nghe bài hát Eight Crazy Hours

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

And she sat cross legged on the bedroom
And thought three people in this house
That don't me anymore
And she cried like a baby in a of dirty clothes

Oh, should I be more carefree? Should I be more
Should I be friend than mom?
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 motel 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 cried like a in the tub of room 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 somethin' as simple as up the kids
That brought her back to again
She'd been to the dark side of the
And she had to it to herself
She grabbed a of chicken for supper

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

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