Luyện nghe bài hát Eight Crazy Hours (In the Story of Love)

It was as simple
As the bed
That off the voice
Inside her
She was smoothin' the
the palm of her hand
When the thought home
"I don't who I am"

And she sat
On the floor
And
3 people in this house
That need me anymore
And she cried a baby
In a of dirty clothes

Oh, should I be more free
Should I be sexy
I be more friend, than mom
And the dryer was
And the TV was
And she to call her mother

It was somethin' as
As in to that cheap motel
Out on 10
Was it the of leavin'
Or her maiden name
That all of the fun
Out of away
And she cried a baby
In the tub of 5

Oh, should I be more free
Should I be more
Should I be friend, than mom
And her was buzzin'
And the TV was
And she wanted to her husband

It was as simple
As pickin' up the
her back to Earth again
She'd been to the dark of the moon
She had to keep it to
So she grabbed Kentucky Chicken
For

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

It was as simple
As not up
And eight crazy
In the of love