Luyện nghe bài hát Eight Crazy Hours

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

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

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

It was as simple as just checkin' in
To that cheap motel out on 10
Was it the sting of leavin' or 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 more carefree? Should I be more
I be more friend 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
brought her back to Earth again
She'd been to the dark of the moon
And she had to keep it to
She grabbed a bucket of chicken for

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

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