Luyện nghe bài hát Eight Crazy Hours

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

And she sat legged on the bedroom floor
And thought there's 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? I be more sexy?
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 as just checkin' in
To that cheap out on Highway 10
Was it the sting of leavin' or usin' her name
That all of the fun out of runnin' 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 friend mom?
And her was buzzin', and the TV was blarin'
And she to call her husband

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

Oh, but she looked more carefree, and she looked more
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 in the story of love