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

It was somethin' as
As the bed
kicked off the voice
Inside her
She was smoothin' the
the palm of her hand
When the thought struck
"I know who I am"

And she sat
On the floor
And
3 people in this house
That don't need me
And she cried a baby
In a pile of clothes

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

It was as simple
As in to that cheap motel
Out on 10
Was it the of leavin'
Or usin' her name
took all of the fun
Out of runnin'
And she like a baby
In the tub of 5

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

It was somethin' as
As up the kids
her back to Earth again
She'd been to the side of the moon
She had to it to herself
So she grabbed Fried Chicken
For

Oh, but she looked more care
And she more sexy
And she looked friend than mom
And the table talk was
And the TV, it was
And all sat and laughed at each other

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